He just died. My boyfriend wrapped him in a towel and we are going to bury him tomorrow.

I took a Klonopin.

This town, I swear. There are more animals than people here. Which is awesome until you kill one, ugh.

Now I'm worried about snakes. I'm scared of them.

The irony is that my boyfriend's dad is going to be thrilled. This is his ranch we are staying at and a mouse had gotten into this ridiculously pretentious Mercedes RV on the property...bf's dad set mice traps in it! But no mice. Until now.

Boyfriend and I were sitting on a couch talking about Pokemon Go of all things (will we EVER grow up?) and I felt something under my sandal. Boyfriend had a bag of Cheetos on the coffee table. I think that was the destination but I apparently was the final pit stop.

We don't have mice commonly where we live. They are prevalent here and considered vermin. He's so tiny.

Thanks you guys