A Mouse. Not our mouse.
We’ve got a mouse. We saw him – he’s rather cute. What’s not so cute are the piles of crumbs where a loaf of bread used to be. I like mice – they are cute and they aren’t dangerous – but they do have a tendency to breed, especially if they think they have a ready source of food, for example, maybe, bread.
For now, it seems like we only have the one – but if our friend starts clicking on the RodentFriendFinder ads over on MouseSpace.com, we’re in trouble.
Right now though, i’ve got some crumbs I need to hoover up…