There is an intruder in my kitchen, dressed entirely in grey. I have named him Charlie.
Charlie is a mouse who appears to have taken up residence behind my washing machine. He comes out at night when I am blogging too furiously to notice. When I first saw him, he made me extremely nervous, and I am sure I made him feel just as scared. But he and I seem to be used to one another now. In fact, I quite look forward to his nocturnal visits.
So I am starting to feel decidedly uncomfortable about the mouse trap in the corner. It has become something of a moral dilemma- should I kill this inoffensive, harmless creature? I just don’t think I have it in me.













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2007-04-27 @ 22:37