I have a deskmate. I've apparently had one for a couple of weeks now, not that I knew about it.
He's cute. And furry. And small. And not potty-trained.
All my snacks are in the garbage, and the drawer they were kept in is freshly 409'd. Now I think I know why my headphones 'broke' abruptly: there are wires and wire insulation in that drawer, along with more evidence of Mr. M's lack of potty-training.
Our custodian is bringing a couple of traps over tomorrow for my desk area. What a shame--Mousey really is cute; I'd keep him if I could...in a cage.
"I always feel like/Somebody's watching me..."
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