I just spied a mouse in my kitchen. It was a bit cute but mostly quite alarming. I bet it gets about shitting in my cous cous as soon as I hit the hay.
I have no wall on my bedroom. It's going to be drinking from my tear duct and sticking its weird little tail in my ear hole all night and I will have no idea.
I think I might be over thinking this.....
Please get out of my kitchen in case you end up on my bagel and then we'll both be sorry.