“Animals don’t have souls,” Reverend Burke told me when I asked, as a young boy. Dogs, cats, rats, elephants, moles… not a soul to be found among them.

The joke was on Reverend Burke, though.

God, it seems, is more liberal with souls than we ever thought.

And he takes a very dim view of people sending his souls back to him early.

I’m going to be here for a while, I think, until my penance is done. I’ve almost finished apologizing to all the pigs that died for my bacon and ham. Next, come the cows. But the mammals are just the beginning…

I really, really wish I hadn’t grown up to be an exterminator.