{"id":4242,"date":"2009-04-29T13:45:07","date_gmt":"2009-04-29T17:45:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/?p=4242"},"modified":"2016-05-01T10:56:40","modified_gmt":"2016-05-01T14:56:40","slug":"its-gnawing-at-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/2009\/04\/its-gnawing-at-me\/","title":{"rendered":"It’s Gnawing at Me"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Help me out with something here: What, exactly — even approximately — is the deal with mice? meaning, specifically, mice as humans? (I do recognize there are many deals with mice.) And of course when you extend the question to the rest of order Rodentia<\/em>, well, the mystery deepens: rats, beavers, chipmunks, groundhogs… There’s no end (so it seems) to the number and variety of normally furry, four-legged, big-incisored, nose-twitching creatures wearing little suits and dresses and hats.<\/p>\n

Sometimes, indeed, people even become rodents — and rodents, people — as here:<\/p>\n

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