I have decided that the mouse shall henceforth be called Pestilence, as he is clearly one of the four Horsemice of the Apocalypse. Okay, okay, he doesn't ride a horse. Instead he rides a wee bunny! But Bunnymouse of the Apocalypse just sounds ridiculous. Note: bunny, not rabbit. It is all tiny with its little ears of terrifying cuteness. True ( Read more... )

Right, so. A mouse just ran across the living room, paused under the coffee table and then ran under the couch I'm sitting on. And I get it, really. The whole, "mice are pests" blah blah blah badness thing. I do. Really. But OMGSOFUCKINGCUTE!!! I know, I KNOW!

This can only end in sadness, huh?