This morning as I was futzing around with my new hair, Mr. Bump called up from the dining room where he was eating his breakfast and reading the internet.
"Hon?"
"Yes?"
"Guess what I just saw?"
"I dunno--what?"
"A mouse run across the floor in front of the stairs."
So there you have it. It's fall, and some little (though not Stewart Little--people, don't get attached) thing has decided he's found a lush pad for hibernation.
I'm warning you Mr. Mouse--Ruby is gone until next Wednesday and I fully intend to give you a last supper. Of D-con.
More later as The Saga continues...
