My Own Biggest Fan

here a fucking mouse ran across the counter. I am not ashamed to admit that I screamed like a girl.

Obviously someone in the house has not been doing his job! Well, actually Buick has been trying to let me know about the house guest for some time, but I have been too stupid to listen. (really) So now I am leaving the door to the cupboard, where the mouse was spending his time, open for Buick to monitor. Luckily I didn’t keep any food in there, save for Buick’s, but I am very sure that the mouse did not get into his bag. I had just bought a new one on Wednesday and there is no evidence of tampering.

Maybe I can get a free case of beer out of the deal…