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12 June 2005
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12 June 2005 11:38 amSo, there I was, sitting at the kitchen table, working on my thesis and minding my own business, when I see something out of the corner of my eye.
"Mouse!" I yell.
My mother, standing out on the deck, calls back, "What?"
"I think there's a mouse in the kitchen! I saw it run by," I answer as I get out of my chair and go over to investigate.
"Oh, dear. Where is--"
I scream. "NOT A MOUSE! NOT A MOUSE! WEIRD CHIPMUNK SQUIRREL CHINCHILLA THING!"
My mother comes running in time to see me jump up to stand on my chair. Which was, in retrospect, a very silly response. Because none of the above listed things are known to enjoy the taste of human flesh.
"It...looks weird. I hope it's not rabid," my mother helpfully contributes.
I stayed on the chair until my mother made it go away. I helped by holding the cat, who wanted very desperately to get down and kill. it. a lot. omg.
As it turns out, it wasn't rabid. It was a flying squirrel. They have bulgy eyes.
"Mouse!" I yell.
My mother, standing out on the deck, calls back, "What?"
"I think there's a mouse in the kitchen! I saw it run by," I answer as I get out of my chair and go over to investigate.
"Oh, dear. Where is--"
I scream. "NOT A MOUSE! NOT A MOUSE! WEIRD CHIPMUNK SQUIRREL CHINCHILLA THING!"
My mother comes running in time to see me jump up to stand on my chair. Which was, in retrospect, a very silly response. Because none of the above listed things are known to enjoy the taste of human flesh.
"It...looks weird. I hope it's not rabid," my mother helpfully contributes.
I stayed on the chair until my mother made it go away. I helped by holding the cat, who wanted very desperately to get down and kill. it. a lot. omg.
As it turns out, it wasn't rabid. It was a flying squirrel. They have bulgy eyes.