and still haven't decided if I am superstitious enough to really care. (Although I guess that's my answer: mostly, I figure I don't recall breaking enough mirrors in early childhood to have lasted me this long already, and so one more can't really hurt.)
But Lil Bit was here (and the reason the mirror broke, as it was save that or save her), and I had to quickly scoop up the pieces and get them in the trash. But now I kind of wish I hadn't... all those spiderwebby cracks to nowhere, all those refractions and angles of light: it would've made for some great pictures. I wonder if it's worth the additional 7 years to just find one and take a hammer to it?