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There is a mouse in my house. It is tiny and cute and SO FUCKING FAST. I have the cats in the bathroom, the dog in my bedroom, both of which have doors low enough that it can't squeeze under. In the matter of the bathroom, it's really for its own good. However, now that I've chased it around the apartment for THREE HOURS, I can't find it. At one point, I had the poor thing cornered to the point where it was occasionally bouncing off my foot as it ricocheted around the walls, but then managed to squeeze behind a box. At first I was scared because I wasn't positive what I'd seen run across (and roaches are WAY worse). But now I just don't want the poor thing to get eaten by my cats. The good news is that they're lazy, and it's (see above). However, Fiona is determined. And I worry. However, I have to work in the morning and at some point, the cats will need to come out and I will need to go to bed. (that point being about an hour ago) Thus, my dilemna. Don't lecture me about natural selection or anything morbid because I like small animals and I'm gonna feel really bad if it gets eaten, and worse if I have to clean it up. I would much much much rather get the damn thing in a box that I can take outside to a nice pile of leaves. I'm tired.

By the by. My new job rocks thus far and everyone is really nice. It's fun and I really enjoy it. Tomorrow is casual Friday! WoOt!