We have a mouse. Shudder. Maybe more than one, but I’m sticking to the one-mouse theory until they prove otherwise.
What is it about the act of breaking and entering that makes an otherwise darling little mouse seem so repulsive? Maybe, it’s the reflection on my own dubious housekeeping practices that’s so hideous. But things are going to get even uglier around here, that’s for sure, starting with a very heated Q&A: Was it the cookies? The cheese? The festering lunch boxes? ANSWER ME!
Anyway, I just saw someone in a KFC/Taco Bell uniform with a video camera outside my kitchen window. Bastards.
If anyone needs me, I’ll be vomiting in the corner of the house furthest from the mouse sighting.