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...
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We caught Stewart this morning, alive. I was starting to make tea, and saw him make a break for the stairs out of the corner of my eye. He's fast, but I have long legs, and cut him off from the basement, so he chose the closet, and then it was just a matter of time. I walked him across the street, pointed him towards the theatre, and let go of his tail--he was off like a shot, away from the likes of man.
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