I'm fairly certain I heard a mouse in my trashcan this morning. I basically threw something in the trashcan and then lifted up the trash bag so that the trash would settle toward the bottom and I could fit one other thing in it. Then I heard some kind of squeaking...? Or at least it sounded like it when I lifted the trash bag. F*** ME.

I ran out with the trash so damn fast that I was wearing my PJs, but who cares. I needed to get that trash OUT in case there was a mouse in it!

My place is a mess, but it's mostly cardboard and various other things scattered, so I'm going to do some organization and then throw a lot of cardboard away. Who knows if mice are hanging out in the cardboard. Little bastards...

I'm taking a vacation day at work to do this. I can't deal with mice, even though I think they're cute and adorable.