I'm typing at my computer with my legs crossed on the seat, yoga-style, because I've just spotted a mouse sneaking its way behind the printer.
And yes, I screamed. Loudly.
The dogs are now roaming about my feet. They don't seem to much care about the mouse, though. I wonder how long it will take before I can walk around the study comfortably. I suspect the rest of the day (in which I have much work to do) will see me creeping about the house in the manner of the mouse.
I also predict that the dogs will not catch it.
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Mouses are sneaky little buggers. You need a cat or a dachsund for catching them. But in the scheme of things, they're more annoying than scary, with their dancing-on-benchtops-and-nibbling-the-bread-ways. I promise that it will not run up your leg.
Okay, I'll hold you to that. My sister promised (via MSM) that it would run away from me, not towards me, when I had to fossick behind the desk for a lost jumpdrive with important client documents on it today. I guess it's better than having a spider there. Or a crocodile. Or a shark. (Though the shark would be dead, with no water there, so that would be okay.)
They LOVE peanut butter. Got amouse trap?
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