Tag Archives: Being a Quaker

There’s a Mouse in the House

I can’t kill anything. Somewhere in me lives a Quaker who feels even ants have their constitutional rights. Yesterday it started with a waterbug I was attempting to relocate. I flush them, figuring, they must be Olympic swimmers given their … Continue reading

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