( 8:56 AM ) teahouse
Oh, Mickey You So Fine
Mr. Insolent Mouse is no more.
I hadn't seen him in a while. It had been about 6 months since the last sighting of him in my kitchen. So I figured he'd gone on to other apartments, greener pastures.
But over the weekend, while I was out getting milk, one of the friends staying with me saw what looked like a little pile of dirt or a shriveled up orchid petal on the floor under my table.
When I returned, there was a paper towel placed over it, and both friends said to me, "There's a dead, uh, Mickey. We would have gotten rid of him, but he's stuck to the floor!!! Waaahh!!"
For the next 2 minutes, all three of us collectively shrieked.
We left it there for a couple of days. Last night, after they were gone, the Boy removed the paper towel. He scraped up Mickey. He used a Swiffer cloth to wipe up the dried blood and fur.
The whole time, I was in my bedroom, curled up in a fetal position, shrieking.
There's still a small stain on my wood floor.
Now that's true love. I need to do something really nice for the Boy in return. Any suggestions?
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