Our family frolicked joyfully in the beautiful infinity pool, splashing, laughing, diving, probably even swallowed some gulps of pool water, but no harm, no foul. Yet, as we played, I felt an uneasiness that I couldn’t explain. I still licked the water anyway, because who doesn’t lick infinity pool water? The next day I returned to the pool, and instead of just looking at the section where one can enjoy the water, I stepped over to the infinity side (it is called an infinity pool because the water disappears over the edge, where it lands in a smaller pool section and is recycled back up), and this is where I came face-to-face with what I had subconsciously felt must be lurking: A Dead and Rotting Mouse floating in the pool water. {Barf Emoji} {Sadness Emoji} {Cheese Emoji} Unbeknownst to us, we had been subjecting ourselves to whatever can come about from the remains of a dead rodent, while happily swimming in a pool we thought was clean. We threw our children in it; We sat and conversed in it; We probably ran our fingers through our wet hair, feeling like the rich and famous, without noticing D-Con and mouse