
I just stood there in shock, unable to utter the appropriate and fitting loud shrieks because Lauren had already gone to bed. I stared at the stove, unsure of what to do. Then I saw a tiny little head poke out from under that little overhang on the stove where I'd just seen the tail disappear and it saw me and darted back in. I continued to stand and stare, dumbfounded and disturbed. THEN, I saw a little head poke out from UNDER the stove on the floor. I am assuming for the sake of my sanity that it was the same mouse. Again, mouse saw me and darted back under. This was repeated twice more before I gathered my wits, turned off the lights, ran to my room and stuffed a towel in the crack under my bedroom door. Then I left a very descriptive and possibly high-pitched voicemail for the property manager. I am currently in my bed groaning and whimpering a lot. Why is this happening to me? How can I made amends for whatever karmic upheaval I have caused? How can I explain to others my position on being anti-animal cruelty while still wanting my entire kitchen to be filled with cruel traps and poisons and mouse-sized land mines? Life is so complicated. I just want my innocence back.
But on the bright side, since my birthday, Christmas, the New Year, a fabulous trip to San Diego, school starting back up, and getting a promotion at work couldn't eek a blog post out of me, having my world shaken up by a tiny rodent apparently does the trick.
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