the_last_mouse_left raze i wish i could watch you trip the traps you've sussed out without setting foot in them, to know if it's a strange sort of joy that's driving you — the satisfaction of having outwitted an animal several times your size — or if it's simple self-preservation and you just happen to be better at it than all the others who were undone by their desire for something soft enough to seduce their textured tongues into believing in providence and prayer. 260427 what's it to you? who go blather from