Another mouse story today. Last night I was sitting at the desk, talking on the phone, and I thought I felt something on my knee... kind of like a bug or something. I kind of scratched it. Pretty soon I felt something again; and it was moving. I stood up and grabbed my pants leg over my right knee and squeezed it and shook my leg out... and, sure enough, a stinking mouse had climbed up my pant leg (inside my pants)! I must have squished his brains because when he tried to run away he kind of just went in circles and pretty soon just stopped. So I scooped him up and put him in the garbage with the two from Saturday.
I'm starting to be a real cold-hearted killer, I guess. Maybe we should get a cat.