There's a Rat in the kitchen...

Ok. Now this isn't even funny.

There's a mouse in the house. Well, not in my house, in the house I work in. A little brown furry mouse. With big pointy teeth, and wee beady eyes.

So, the phone rang at work this afternoon, when I went to the little desk next to the fridge, I saw something scurry across the top. I thought it was a roach, equally gross, but I can squish a roach and not feel bad. I grabbed the phone and saw that it was Terri. She asked how things were going and I told her that the girls were good, but I was freaked out. So, I told her that there's a mouse in the kitchen. She's got panicky, and asked if I was ok...I told her yes, it's a little mouse, I'm fine (yeah right). So she gets off the phone and calls Rick and an exterminator. Good.