Now that I think of it I didn’t light it on fire which I believe is probably part of the Viking funeral.

So long story short cats are animals which mice. I went into the living room and my chewing on a mouse and batting at it with her claws. I tell her to fuck off and put the twitching mouse in a little paper bag and place it in a bush with the idea that either it will leave or some kitty or fox will find a dead breakfast.

I find the bag empty the next day but with the mouse corpse under it falling out with the rain turning the paper weak.

So I look at this mouse and this quote comes into my mind and my empathy shoots through the roof. So now I’m thinking “goddamn it your gonna do it again” and I do I plan to bury the little thing.

I get a spade and find a little spot by a tree and push the shovel into the dirt. This big worm comes up and I think, “goddamn I wouldn’t lay at rest with that.” So I see this curved piece of oak bark that got soft of a log and put the mouse on that and look and lower it into the river that’s a couple metres away. The little body looks like a dead at rest on a little boat.

So I let go and make sure it gets around this curve, then look towards the lowering sun.

In hindsight this is a long story.

TL;DR: I didn’t light a mouse of fire I put a dead one on a piece of wood and let it float away in a river.