So I get home tonight and what do I discover? Mouse droppings in my sink. What the hell is this? Now, my place is by no means a palace, and may harbor the odd spider that has to be dealt with from time to time… but not usually this kind of vermin intrusion. Just before I descended into (yet) another raving conniption about life in general, I looked more closely at the presents in my sink. It turns out that they are nothing more than seeds that came from the bagels that I eat. Cancel the air strikes, the firebombing, the complaints to the people upstairs who own the place.
So now I am eating a bagel, and something just doesn’t feel quite right about it, but I can’t figure out just what….