“The cat population would probably
explode too,” I said absentmindedly and
wondered if getting another job would  
even work. I’d still know about this   
place.                                 
     “No doubt, but think about it,    
Crim, and I hate to admit it, but on   
some level, it makes sense. The only   
reason all these mice are here is for  
research, and they really are better   
off in here, then out there.”          
     I sighed, “I guess, but damn it,  
we should still do something, at least 
for the mice that end up in here.”     
     Denise looked at me for a few sec-
onds, and then smiled, “Most people    
don’t like it either, but they pretend 
like it’s no big deal. It’s a fact of  
life, girl, deal with it, but maybe    
you’re different.”                     
*      Oh, I’m different all right, I      
thought, but instead said, “We can     
certainly try. Now, tell me about the  
killings.”                             
     She was happy to explain, in      
detail, all about it.                  
     By law, Euthanasia had to be done 
humanely and quickly, and that was code
for painless. Either gas or a scalpel  
was used, but most of the time, it was 
gas.                                   
     “I think I remember someone tel-  
ling me that it was carbon monoxide,   
but don’t quote me on that one.”       
     A knife was only used in the most 
extreme of cases, for example, if the  
gas would negatively affect the re-    
search, or if they hadn’t been weaned  
yet.                                   



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