Dead Mouse Finds Home

Today a customer at work approached me and told me that she had found a dead mouse in one of our pots. Sure enough when I went to check it out it was there... so where some flies... gross! I called a brave male coworker to get rid of it for me... and even he needed a couple long sticks before he would go near it. The pot chosen by the mouse to die in was in fact one of the ugliest we have. If I had been the mouse, I would have chosen a much prettier pot, instead of a boxish mustard-color one. eeewwwwwwwwwwww! lol. Imagine the mouse hadn't been color blind though. What would make him/her choose that one? The whole thing got me thinking about the choise of where to die.