One Way to Kill a Mouse

After I dropped off my compost on the Pinehurst Avenue stairs at 181st Street, I saw one of those really big bottles of beer with an inch of liquid still inside -- and I thought I caught a glimpse of legs. I dragged the dog back up the stairs to take another look, and there was a drowned mouse in the bottle. Looked pretty tiny with its fur all wet. All I can say is, I hope it got good and happy before it went the way of all creatures.