...that I am apparently terrified of mice.
I woke up this morning and headed to the bathroom, only to find I wasn't alone. Samson (my cat) apparently stalked and killed a mouse last night and then
proceeded to lick it until it was soaking wet and leave it right in the middle of my bathroom rug. Now I'm normally not a girly girl with stuff like this,
but holy shit! I shrieked, woke Andy up, took a picture, called my mom, and then forced Andy to get up and dispose of the poor little critter (much to
Samson's dismay).
Thank god for cats!!













