Mr. Cellophane

In a location adjacent to a place in a city of some significance, what comes out of my head is plastered on the walls of this blog.

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

"To a mouse, you are the intruder."

Apparently, our furry fiend is on the upstairs level. Traps are being purchased, while I wait anxiously for the whole thing to end.

Yep, that's pretty much it.

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