Most girls(and more than a few boys), upon walking into a dark room only to have a mouse scuttle over their foot, would run screaming into the night. Not being most girls, my first thought was, "Fuck it all, Ginnny! How'd you get down there?" Answer being her moron of an owner left the lid off the tank. ::sigh:: She was too curious about the big pink food-creature to put up much of a fight when I tried to catch her, but Tonks has taken up residence in the 3/4 of an inch gap under my built-in bookcase and shows every indication of staying there for the forseable future. Which is why it's midnight the night before I have to be at work by 6:00am, and I'm sitting here at the effing computer trying to wait her out. 
Christ I miss having rats. At least they come when called. Stupid mice.
New Year's Eve was kinda a bust. I wish I'd just stayed home. I didn't even have anything to drink, and I had the worst night's sleep I can remember, including the time I had two abcessed molars that needed to be root canaled and no painkillers. And I had to be at work at 7:00am. Being bookeeper may pay more than being a supervisor, but I don't do mornings. I need to get off my ass and apply for the undercover store detective job I've had my eye on.
Happy New Year and all that crap. Eh. I don't do cheerful, either
Christ I miss having rats. At least they come when called. Stupid mice.
New Year's Eve was kinda a bust. I wish I'd just stayed home. I didn't even have anything to drink, and I had the worst night's sleep I can remember, including the time I had two abcessed molars that needed to be root canaled and no painkillers. And I had to be at work at 7:00am. Being bookeeper may pay more than being a supervisor, but I don't do mornings. I need to get off my ass and apply for the undercover store detective job I've had my eye on.
Happy New Year and all that crap. Eh. I don't do cheerful, either