Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

Taking a break, going to rest my eyes a bit at home before heading back out to get things done, trying to find the position that will make my neck hurt less ... I put an arm under my pillow and wonder, "What's under my pillow that's soft, fuzzy, slightly squishy, and ... UGH!!!!!"

Dead mouse.

(Dead mouse with a surprisingly soft coat. I must have healthy mice. But still! Eww!)

Thank you ever so much, Perrine. Yes, I'm wide fucking awake now. But I could've used the half hour of downtime, really.

*grumble*

At least anniemal (who was sitting next to me on the bed when I shouted, "EW!") doesn't have to wonder whether my not having seen a mouse in the past week or so meant that mouse problem had gone away or not.

I don't think I've said "ew" and "ugh" quite enough yet. It's the surprise, the half-asleepy surprise, that makes it oh so ever ughworthy.

Argh.