There is a mouse at work (an no, I am not talking directly about the mouse in the above photo). Have I mentioned yet that I am terrified of every rodent and pretty much everything that can fly? Well, I am.
I can't explain this irrational fear of mine, other than I think rodents are gross and will never quite understand the desire to have one as a pet. So, you can sympathize with me when I tell you there have been reports of a mouse (or more) at work.
It started a week or so ago, rumors of sounds of mice scratching behind our desks. This quickly escalated to mouse droppings and fur on the traps, popcorn bags eaten into, and mouse teeth marks over laminated posters I had sitting on the floor.
I went into full-panic mode. I cleaned my desk from top to bottom and threw all food items in the trash. I wasn't going to risk a close encounter.
A strange smell and a dead mouse later, my fears were confirmed, we indeed had a mouse. Or had a mouse. But my problems didn't end there.
More mouse droppings, more half-eaten paper, more fears. Many of my co-workers join me in this fear, but others have resorted back to taunting.
Sticky traps have been laid, yes more, even though they have yet to catch a little critter. I did, however, almost step on one before parent-teacher conferences. As I was grabbing by bag today to head out the door, we noticed our missing laptop mouse next to the mouse trap - clearly the only thing it can catch.
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