Operation Mouse Eyes

   In the past several months, I have accumulated enough real-life forensic experience to form a valid conclusion:  the eyes of a dead mouse look just like the eyes of a live mouse.  It is a fact that of late I have seen more of the former, and mice eyes, though sightless, gleam bright and beady.
   A mouse was caught last night, in one of those classic wooden traps,of the powerful spring-loaded type.   I can't bear to touch them.  Thank heavens for the plastic grocery bags.  I slip my hand into bag one to pick up the trap and then drop trap and attached carcass into another bag which I usually throw into the trash can behind the house.  Because it was already dark outside, I didn't want to venture around back, so I deposited the little body-bag outside the front door.  This morning, when I went outside, the bag was gone.  I searched and, while the plastic bag may have blown away in the night wind, I located the trap about twenty feet away.  The trap with nothing in it.  This particular mouse had met its doom caught right in the center of its body, firmly wedged beneath the wire of execution.  The trap was clean as a whistle.