As seen this morning:
The wiz comes downstairs.
Goes directly to the freezer in the kitchen.
Sneakily takes out a ziplock bag and deposits it in the garbage.
Me: What the heck was that?
Wiz: I wanted to make sure he was dead.
Wiz: The mouse that was caught in a trap last night.
Me: Oh. Thanks for putting him in a ziplock. And thanks for just not putting him in the fridge.
Wiz: Yup. Not taking any chances. See how much I love you?
Wiz walks away giggling.
That's when it occured to me - I've come a long way, baby. At one point in my life, there was a MOTH (man of the house) who couldn't even stand to have the same silverware used between dog and human. And now, here I am, sharing space in the freezer with a mouse-sicle. It's a slippery slope. What's next? I'm afraid to ask.