We have a dead mouse in our basement. Lorelei has seemed to NEED to talk about it for almost 24 hours now. The conversations go a little something like this: "Mouse. Dead." "Yes, the mouse is dead." "Chem-cals." "It had chemicals in its body.""Body? Body? Mouse. Hot!" "The mouse is dangerous because it has chemicals in its body." "Yep." Ad nauseum. She even woke up in the middle of the night to continue our little discussion. Uff da!