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So much for my mid-morning to early afternoon. Although it was probably for the best; I felt more relaxed and perceptive, afterward. I do not shun the company of other people, understand. I do not dislike them, either (this is common enough misapprehension of my behavior that I can only assume that I give off that impression). But maintaining relationships is difficult for me. I’m not a sociopath, though admittedly I know this mostly because I keep my promises and do not blame other people for my own failings. I am simply capable of great detachment.
Which is why I promptly went to a local pet supply store, once Betty finally left. I did not know whether or not the house really attracted small animals, presumably terminally. But if the house did, it would be simple enough to test for.
No cats, birds, or dogs, though. People care about those. They do care about white mice, too — but only the ones that are not sold as snake food. So I acquired one of those. Oh, and a small supply of food, litter, a cage; assuming that the experiment didn’t work, I would have a live mouse to deal with, at least until I finally let it loose in the yard myself, and I do not find cruelty interesting.
Not that it mattered.