Last night, I got back from an art opening, turned on the kitchen light and a mouse (I hope) the size of my loafer ran across the counter top, dropped to the floor, and continued across the room and disappeared under the stove.
I screamed (no meek “eek,” this time), then emailed Gus.
Gus–a big one just ran across the kitchen countertop, dropped to the floor and disappeared under the stove. I can’t wait for Doug to act; I need to call an exterminator tomorrow and let you work out the payment with Doug.
Dear Claire: You and your mistress, Sheila, are cordially invited to tea tomorrow. RSVP.
—Anita M. Harris
New Cambridge Observer is a publication of the Harris Communications Group of Cambridge, MA. We also publish HarrisCom Blog and Ithaca Diaries Blog.