So earlier this week I awoke to bloodcurdling screams and tears. I thought the worst...
the zombie apocalypse had commenced in our kitchen and was eating the leg off one of my housemates.
Well, OK, maybe not. But at the very least I thought we were under attack from multiple bugs or something slimy had found its way into the house.
Enter Bryan. Our newest resident. A mouse. No bigger than your palm and with a delightful brownish hue.
He raced through the kitchen and made his way down to one of the bedrooms. This set of a second round of screaming!
With great bravado I entered the mouse infested space, and proceeded to blockade the bed under the careful direction of my housemate so Bryan could escape with some dignity.
It was then I spotted him crouched under the bed in a fashion which looked like we had squashed him!
Ohh, the humanity! As my housemate and I mourned poor little Bryan, he sprang back into action and proceeded to crawl about under the bed. And that set of another round of squealing and quick as a flash I was up on the bed.
We are pretty sure Bryan ended up back under the couch in our living room. Not sure. He has not made a reappearance…and given the shenanigans that accompanied his first appearance I can understand why!
Poor Bryan! Welcome back anytime!
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