*whiiiimpers!*

So I get in from shopping, put away all my groceries, looking around, thinking about how I really do like this house and it feels kinda like a home at this point. I know everyone else is sick of being here, and admitedly, it gets a little tiresome with the sketchiness and the cold and the random bugs and things, but, y'know, it's really not so bad.

Walk back to my room, and spot some of my candy stash on the floor. Wondering if I'd knocked it over or dropped some or something earlier, I look down at the Twinkie box which holds said candy stash, and see all these little bits of paper as well.

And then I realise there's a small hole chewed through the Twinkie box.

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Last night, we'd heard Meghan SCREEEAAAM from Justin's room - she'd spotted a mouse. The damn things are back, and now they're wandering farther than the kitchen. >_<;;; It's not that I'm scared of mice or anything? It's just that I'd rather not have them invading my living space uninvited.
And getting into my stuff.
And possibly sneaking up on me and scaring the fuck out of me.

*whiiimpers, hides*