A "Tail" about mice

If hell exists, I'm headed straight to it after I die. I'm going to boil in a huge vat of oil for my sins. Blind pink demons who are naked, and have snouty noses and bleeding tails will look upon me with glee, whilst flaming the heat slowly. Yes, such is the torture I shall receive. What have I done to merit such punishment you ask?

I couldn't stop giggling while I was snipping the tails off 2 day old baby mice. Thats why. Why was I giggling? Because this nursery rhyme just wouldn't stop playing in my head. You know the one I mean. Its about 3 blind mice.

Three blind mice, three blind mice,
See how they run, see how they run,
They all ran after the farmer's wife,
Who cut off their tails with a carving knife,
Did you ever see such a thing in your life,
As three blind mice?

I hated this poem as a child. It was more morbid than the other nursery rhymes I knew. And I knew several. (Humpty Dumpty- he fell off a wall. Jack and Jill-Jack broke his crown. Little Miss Muffett- was scared away by a spider. Simple Simon-couldn't eat pie as he didn't have a penny..you get my drift) The very idea of someone cutting the tails of mice was disturbing. Apart from the concept of helpless blind mice which was terrifying in its own way. Fast forward to adulthood, and no such qualms exist, apparently. I have sold my soul to science it seems.

Because there I was. In the mouse room at 8:15 pm. The lights had been automatically switched off at 7pm, and I couldn't find a light switch in the room. So I was working by the light of the laminar flow hood. I was snipping the tails of these pink, naked mice that were literally blind. (Their hadn't opened their eyes yet) And this stupid nursery rhyme wouldn't stop playing in my head. Over and over again. Now that I think about it...if someone else had stepped into that room, they would not be faulted for thinking it was a scene out of horror movie. I mean, think about it. Its a semi-dark room filled with cages of mice, who are pretty active(hence rather noisy) at night. There is one woman working there, by a rather dim light. She's doing nasty things to helpless little baby mice. And laughing like a maniac to boot. The Blair Bit*h Project anyone?