not the first mouse themed ballerina flat from marc jacobs, but perhaps (we can only hope), the last.  i hope the woman who buys these doesn’t expect any sympathy for her red throbbing toes when she comes home after a long day full of people violently stomping on her feet.  assault?  hardly.  you put a mouse in my face i’m going to stomp on it.  actually, i’d probably bring it home and ask my boyfriend if we could keep it.  he would say no, either because of the high risk of contracting the bubonic plague, the fact that we can’t really afford shoes by marc jacobs or because there is an angry shoeless woman standing behind me. 

(or perhaps we could just give these shoes to a compassionate but realistic mother, who has a long history of trying to kill annoying pets somewhat humanely, whether that be with a tailpipe, a bowl of water, or a freezer)