I was up at 3 this morning. With a mouse. In my room. "Squeak, squeak," behind the bed. Right by my head. And I do mean UP. Out of bed and into shoes, jeans, and a shirt in less than a minute. Considered ceding the room to the mouse and going to sleep in the living room. Or maybe just fleeing the house entirely. I could hear it scratching and
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