It was a Tuesday like any other. Alarm goes off to get up and run, I’m too cozy to get up just yet and so I hit snooze for the next half hour until I have to get up for classes.

Up, coffee, chilly morning. Cuddled in my knitted cardigan and wrapped from the waist-down in blanket, I settle in to prepare for my classes for the day.

I heard a snuffling sound, like a large animal sniffing trash. I turn around, nothing is there. Again, I hear it, again I see nothing. I’m starting to think there’s a demon in the room that’s playing tricks on me [lol, but seriously]. One last time, I hear it. I whip around and look closely – I see a small mouse skittering across the boxes from our hiking boots.

First thought : what a cute, tiny mouse. Second : this is probably a bad sign for the rest of the house. I watched as it ran away to hide, afraid because of the noise I’d made turning around. Out of sight, out of mind.

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