"I swear," I said to Mouse, "I will kill him. Someday, I'll kill him and bury the body under the bushes."

Mouse looked at me, unimpressed.

"I'm serious."

He ignored me.

"Slowly," I said, "With knives. And a blender. That'll make good fertilizer, wouldn't it? The bushes would grow much better."

Mouse sighed, went over to his bed and lay down, pointedly turning so his back was facing me.

I scowled. "Fine. I can take a hint."

I went out into my living room, sat on the couch and wondered if other roommates contemplated murder.

Probably.