Last night, at approximately 4:00AM, we were rudely awakened by a guest in our trash can. Because of our cantaloupe feed last night, we had taken out the trash and put a new bag in, so there was nothing in the trash. Upon hearing extensive rustling, I grabbed my trusty flashlight and pointed it in the general direction of the trash, and the noise stopped. I leapt off the top bunk (and by "leapt" I mean "crawled slowly and cautiously down"), ran over to my desk, and jumped on top. I shined my light into the trash, and the two black eyes of a mouse stared up at me. This was no big surprise; we had been hearing his little feet scampering about and later we would find little "gifts" for us. "GROSS!" I shrieked quietly to RaeLea, "It is IN the trash! WHAT do I do?" He just kept looking at me, totally still. Well, of course my first reaction was to take a picture of him. He was actually pretty cute. I felt like the guy from Ratatouille as he holds the rat over the river. Don't hurt me! I'm just trying to eat! Plus look at my big, cute eyes!! it seemed to be saying to me. Plus, even though he was tiny and cute, I wasn't fond of getting too close. He had, after all, managed to get himself in there. Getting out seemed much easier. But, eventually I climbed down from the desk and tied up the bag, and relocated him. Not killed- because, well, gross. Just relocated. Let's just say he's in a better place now.
