The mouse that was in my office suite yesterday.
Eep!
And this wasn't a small mouse. This was a gigantic, hantavirus carrying monster mouse.
Now, I'm from the country. I grew up with field mice coming in-doors. I was famous in my family for making my dad set have-a-heart traps, and setting the mice free outside (which in turn lead to my fathers chipmunk relocation program a few summers ago).
But this half-rat mouse--who apparently had his home in the chimney that was being repaired--was no Stuart Little. I was not amused.
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