The I'm Not Crazy Dept.
The other night I thought I saw something grey move swiftly under a shelf. When I checked all I could find was a grey-ish guitar pick. "OK," I thought, "It must be time to go to bed, if I think I'm seeing mice in the corners."
Well, this morning I was in the shower when I heard a blood-curdling scream (from Lauran). She announced that a mouse was in the hall closet. "Good," I said, "Now we know where to catch it." She and Sam ran in the opposite direction.
When I got dressed I promptly snatched the little creature and placed him in the woods outside.
So I'm not crazy, but I do have to ask: Why is a mouse bad but a hamster good?
The other night I thought I saw something grey move swiftly under a shelf. When I checked all I could find was a grey-ish guitar pick. "OK," I thought, "It must be time to go to bed, if I think I'm seeing mice in the corners."
Well, this morning I was in the shower when I heard a blood-curdling scream (from Lauran). She announced that a mouse was in the hall closet. "Good," I said, "Now we know where to catch it." She and Sam ran in the opposite direction.
When I got dressed I promptly snatched the little creature and placed him in the woods outside.
So I'm not crazy, but I do have to ask: Why is a mouse bad but a hamster good?
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