After all these years of being vermin-free in the apartment, which is where hubby grew up, not counting the usual NY cockroaches, the occasional spider and unidentifiable bug, we now have a mouse. Currently, it's in one of the closets. We have glue traps scattered around the apartment. It's bad enough we have them at work, but I've lived here for 21 years now and a mouse is the last thing I want here. Except for rats, of course. Or bedbugs.
The day disappeared despite my not doing anything of note.
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