Ralph the Mouse and I just had a, like, forty-five second stare-down. Mice don’t freak me out at all because I had pet mice as a kid but seriously, dude, you cannot just hang out in my room like we’re buddies. I do not want to cuddle and watch Desperate Housewives together!
Wait, actually that sounds kind of cute.
No! Back in the wall!
Apparently, Stuart Little is not keen on the idea of going back into the wall. Apparently, he is keen on the idea of running across my floor every five minutes, startling the hell out of me. Mice don’t freak me out but it does freak me out to see something running across my peripheral vision every five minutes. I keep thinking it’s a giant roach, or a very small serial killer.