This is wine (YESSSS!) with dead baby mice in it (NOOO!). I thought I told the internet that I had met my dead mouse quota for the week, but once again the world wide web has failed me. The dead baby mice wine is supposedly a cure for all kinds of stuff like liver disease, asthma, and, I’m assuming, alcoholism. Because if there are cute little dead baby mice floating around in my drank, I’m not gonna drink it. I’m gonna promptly put down the bottle FOR GOOD. Then lock myself in the closet and cry and cry and cry because this dead baby mice stuff is becoming too much and I am in no way emotionally equipped to handle this mess. I’m sensitive!