I hate when I walk out into my apartment building's hallway and find a dead mouse, frozen in gallop mode, in front of the elevators.
What I really hate is when I go tell the front desk person that there's a dead mouse in my hallway and she laughs at me.
Rodents are oh so hilarious, folks, didn't you know?
How did it drop dead while running?! Was it poisoned? Did it have a heart condition? How did it get into the hallway of the fourth floor?