(I'm working on the final dating story now and debating if I really want to tell it or not. Until then, a short story.)
After a lovely Sunday afternoon at my friends Doug and Dana's house, I was sent home with two delicious chocolate cupcakes with peanut butter filling. The top was covered with chocolate icing and just a dollop of the peanut butter icing. Divine. I ate cupcake one for breakfast on Monday. Later that evening, the remaining cupcake was calling my name. As I approached the cupcake, I discovered the "dollop" was not longer there. I had my suspicions. I did. Nat doesn't particularly enjoy sweets. It was unlikely he consumed the small bit of icing while I had been out. My desire to devour the remaining cake beat out my fear. I enjoyed that sweet.
Yesterday, I entered the kitchen. A dark flash lunged from the counter to behind the oven, all four feet in the air, tail flailing behind. I stood frozen in fury. Why must there always be rodent issues wherever we move? (Last house it was the intolerable squirrels.) A sick feeling overcame me. That cupcake had rodent saliva and paws on it. Oh. My. God. I immediately googled "mouse disease." Then I saw something that said "fatal" and I decided that was scary and I had better not search further.
Our last in counter was him terrorizing me by appear on the top of the stove and then peering at me from below. My only hope is that he ventures to the other side of that adjoining wall where three frisky cats live. I'm now upstairs because while putting dishes away, he scampered right by my foot and disappeared under the sink. The most alarming part of this is that there is no gap whatsoever between our linoleum and sink. HOW did he do it. I watched him magically disappear like some crazy Harry Potter Platform 9 3/4 nonsense.