Bob: “I was feeling weary of social interaction. I didn’t feel like talking to anyone.
Then, when I had to talk to some people, autopilot took over. I talked freely. I had a good time.
But it was the type of good time that can only be had while self consciousness is ignored. On the way home it couldn’t be. I replayed everything I’d said, noticing that I hadn’t once payed attention to the facial expressions of those listening. Having no idea how I had been understood, I couldn’t stop shuddering at how obnoxious I’d probably been.
So now I’m even more weary of social interaction. I can’t see myself recovering, either. There are simply too many of us. Overpopulation has gotten so bad that no relief from its burdens is possible. Instead, we swarm our infested bodies all over and under each other. It’s a mad race for nothing but cheese.
Like, look outside. We are everywhere, we eat everything, and we have trashed the environment. Sooner or later we will have nothing left to eat. Literally nothing left, except for ourselves.
Maybe we should do our little bit for the greater good, and end our lives now.”
His friend, having taken no notice of what had been said, was surprised to see Bob chewing off his tail. Even more surprising was how Bob tied his tail into a knot. On the end of the tail that had always been an end Bob tied a loop. The recently nibbled off end, the bloody end, Bob tied to a horizontal rung of a kitchen chair. This is how Bob hung himself.
And being the first mouse of the plague to die, Bob was the first mouse of the plague to be eaten.