So, being a roomba, I'm close to the floor all the time. Unfortunately, there are mice were I roam, so I have seen my share alive and dead. One morning, while making my rounds way before other household member had awoken, I noticed what I thought was maybe a dead mouse on the floor. I wasn't sure and I didn't want to take the chance of having it run away, so I placed a cup over the small mass and ignored it. I texted the head of the household as follows: "I put a cup on the floor and i think its over a mouse." I wanted to inform her of my findings while simultaneously securing my dignity in the event that it wasn't a mouse, and rather... a leaf or something.
Later, I was told this was a hot topic of comedy among her friends and herself so much that thought it necessary to tell me about it. She had mentioned her worry that the mouse was still alive and I felt it necessary, for some reason, to inform her of the exact position of said mouse's dying body and tale on the floor to prove it was, in fact, dead.
And I realized. By describing the exact death position of the mouse, my entire statement that was meant to protect the event it was a leaf (for which now it was clearly a mouse) was completely futile and unjustifiable. And also funny I'm told.
R.I.P Mr. Bojangles
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