A mouse has been spotted in our kitchen.
There is nothing okay about this.
I never realized I had a problem with rodents until I heard I may be sharing residence with one. Now, I can't stop panicking about accidentally stepping on a poor furry critter in the middle of the night.
My usually barefooted self has taken to wearing my infamous cat slippers at all times, and stomping very loudly each time I'm within proximity of the kitchen, shouting "No mouses allowed!" I'm a little hopeful that the kittens on my feet may be mistaken as real felines by his little mouse eyes. As such, I have taken to random meowing or purring to help seal this image.
My boyfriend may or may not think I am crazy.
The acting out of scenes with my feet probably doesn't help.
(EDIT: Exterminator is coming in soon, don't worry, we haven't merely accepted Mr. Mouse as a houseguest! This just seems to be a side effect of old buildings...)