Half an hour later
God, the worst part is that it crawled up my back – and I didn’t feel it until it was on my shoulder – so I keep wondering if it’s creeping up behind me again. Second worst part is that I caught it skittering around amongst the pans I keep in the antechamber (bit between bedroom and bathroom that serves as kitchen for electric stuff).
Mouse, don’t matter if you don’t like peanut butter, I will buy chicken, I will buy offal, I will buy caviar, everything in these shops in order to get your little head down on that snappy chopping block.
People keep telling me I’m strong and resourceful, so I’ll be damned if that doesn’t work on YOU, you furry little bastard.