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caddymanToday’s jollity du jour is the appearance of mice in the building.
To be strictly accurate, there have been mice in the office since we moved in here about 15 years ago and from time to time there are tell-tale signs, around the place generally well away from the humane traps that are deposited by building services, mainly around the tea points.
Today, however, we are on alert. Mice have been seen gambolling and frolicking under desks. In day light. While people are at work. Brazen little devils.
I am hoping beyond hope that they cause a stir during the day. I don’t want them around permanently or anything like that , or at least if they are around they should remain quiet and unobtrusive and only emerge at night to graffiti the filing cabinets, like other inner city rodents. No, I don’t want the place crawling with the filthy little pests, but it would be fun, just for once, to have people squealing and jumping on desks screaming in terror as a couple of ounces of fluff and fur whip by oblivious to the pandemonium. Hell, I might join in for the giggles – the squealing, not the whipping about the place; that would be undignified.
To be strictly accurate, there have been mice in the office since we moved in here about 15 years ago and from time to time there are tell-tale signs, around the place generally well away from the humane traps that are deposited by building services, mainly around the tea points.
Today, however, we are on alert. Mice have been seen gambolling and frolicking under desks. In day light. While people are at work. Brazen little devils.
I am hoping beyond hope that they cause a stir during the day. I don’t want them around permanently or anything like that , or at least if they are around they should remain quiet and unobtrusive and only emerge at night to graffiti the filing cabinets, like other inner city rodents. No, I don’t want the place crawling with the filthy little pests, but it would be fun, just for once, to have people squealing and jumping on desks screaming in terror as a couple of ounces of fluff and fur whip by oblivious to the pandemonium. Hell, I might join in for the giggles – the squealing, not the whipping about the place; that would be undignified.