Proof The Bible Is True

Spring cleaning doesn’t have to happen in the spring.

 

That’s what I told myself as I looked around my workroom one chilly afternoon. It was looking pretty cluttered. My desk was covered with papers and bits of my many craft projects: yarn, crochet needles, straw, fabric, thread. It needed tidying up, but I could think of a dozen other things I’d rather spend the day doing. It can wait, I told myself.

 

But as I turned to go, I spotted something on the floor. I looked closer: mice. The evidence was unmistakable. The Dominican Monastery where I live is in the city, but the grounds attract all sorts of animals from outside. Mice were the very worst of them all. They got into everything, were hard to catch and made a mess wherever they went. I sighed in frustration, feeling like that cartoon cat who used to shout, “I hate those meeses to pieces!” whenever one outsmarted him.

 

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