I found curled up on our bathroom tile the lifeless body of the little mouse I'd seen just a few days ago. And whilst this is not my first rodent rodeo, I've never had to dispose of the remains by myself: I've always had a dad, home teacher, roommate, or someone else to do that for me. And since I couldn't just leave the dead body there in the bathroom for someone else to clean up, I had to perform the body removal on my own--with lots of "ewww!" and plenty of plastic bags so I didn't have to feel the body (gross!).
Body disposal isn't on the How I Met Your Mother "Real New Yorker" list, but I think it should be. (And for the record, I've only done one thing on their list: cry on the subway and not care what anyone thought.)
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