I was doing a home inspection today. I looked behind the laundry appliances and thought, at first, that a sock or fuzz-kitty had fallen behind. Then it moved. It was a wee little mouse. As I snapped his photo, he split. Yet, an hour later when the prospective buyer arrived, the mouse was then sitting in the middle of the entryway floor. The client opened the door and, literally, kicked the mouse in the butt and he fled. Probably back inside by now, ya think? Thanks for stopping by, Steven L. Smith
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