The most important man in my life
And I let him know it! I put this sign on the front door for him this weekend. After all, it’s been months! He told me I was the only one in the building who wanted him, which explains the…. er, BUGS!!
As for the mousie that’s been in my housie of late, I spent all weekend discovering and patching holes I never dreamed existed, infusing steel wool with expanding polyurethane foam (when I told the exterminator about this tactic, he smirked, looked at me with the now-familiar look I get from everyone that says: “only an insanely determined nut like you would think of that” and declared: “yep, that should work!”).
Then, probably feeling like I’d never judge him for having a crazy idea, he said I wouldn’t believe it but mice like to eat cement powder mixed with rat poison and rice, in case I locked the mouse in, instead of out after all my work.
Cement powder? What is he, crazy?
But that would explain why the mouse hasn’t been into my fresh fruit on the windowsill. He obviously only likes junk food and comes here on the off chance I’ve brought home some McDonald’s, or cement powder laced with DeCon.
This is the cartoon I gave to the exterminator for Christmas last year.
