Of mice & men
Or, Rodents:1, Primate:0
So, I'm stitching along, in my studio (as I do) and I see some motion, out of the corner of my eye. I stop stitching and look. It's a little roly-poly mouse. I think to myself, "Self, why it's a little fieldmouse. How cute!"
Then, I think to myself,"Self, mice make nests in fabric and yarns, of which, you have great quantities."
So, I get up and shoo him out, and he dashes into a hole in the bathroom wall.
"Aha!" think I. "I will block up the hole, and problem solved."
So, down to the basement I go, cut wood to fit, get some screws, etc. I then patch the wall, and return to my stitching (as I do).
20 minutes later, there's the same roly-poly little mouse, in the middle of my studio. I look at him, he looks at me. And he proceeds to run up on my sneaker, and poop on it, before running off again.
This was not a Disney moment.
Back to the stitching!
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