I've considered murder. Not in any real sense; I've too pesky a conscience for that. I've just wondered if I would be clever enough to get away with it. I don't know if murderers are stupid in general, or if it's just the stupid ones whose stories make it to TV, but it seems that there are a lot of not-so-clever bad guys out there. Last night Josh and I were watching a program where a man killed his ex-step-father with an axe handle, and disposed of the weapon by throwing it on the roof of a nearby building. Other mistakes are more subtle. One killer tried to alter the decomposition rate (and thereby the time of death estimate) by cooling the room he left his victim in. He then went on a sailing trip with friends to establish his alibi for the "time of death." Thing is, his technique was to simply leave the window air conditioner on at full-blast, so when the body was discovered, people noticed the chill, and the investigators were able to adjust the time of death. Then there's trace evidence. Insidious. Hairs and fibers and bits of dirt and dust. A man lures a little girl into his apartment with a dog, and investigators use the dog hairs left on her body to tie him to the crime. While it might be best to not let your victim roll around on the floor with your purebred dog, there is only so much you can do about trace evidence. So the other day Josh says, "If I was a murderer, I would plant all kinds of fiber evidence." Would that really do it? I don't know. I'm tempted to try. But not that tempted.