MOUSE. I AM TRYING TO SAVE YOU, MOUSE.
As head of the Rodent Removal Squad, I am in charge of baiting the little cages and releasing the library mice in a humane and sanitary manner. My co-workers are perfectly happy to let me scrub mouse poop out of the traps every day and not have to throw away the struggling little quivering-eyed beasties in glue traps, so this hasn't been a hard sell, but NOW one of the mice has learned how to escape from the traps. For the third day in a row, I'm washing out the poop and trying to hide the fact that Algernon has learned to operate the one-way ramp, because as soon as my system is proven a failure they will be back to slipping glue traps behind the shelves. Maybe if I just stuff the damn thing with cheese and peanut butter, the mouse will spend so long glutting itself that it'll still be in there by the time we open the building. Or I will breed a generation of gargantuan, super-intelligent mice.
Worth a shot, either way.
Ha! Me, I'm always carrying spiders outside so the spousal unit won't smoosh them, and I'm convinced they return and bring all their friends because they're under the misapprehension that this is a safe house. I just read her your post, and she laughed and told me about her friend teaching English in Hong Kong who tried to report to the administration that there are both bats and rats in the school, and was told, Oh no, those are just lizards. -- Maybe tell your coworkers the creatures behind the bookcases are just very small dogs?
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