So there has been a little visitor in my office for the past few days.  

Tuesday I'm finishing up and getting ready to leave and I hear this rustling over by Bethany's desk which is like diagonal from mine.  I look in her trash bravely and there is nothing there.  Alrighty - time to leave, I'm going crazy.  I hear it again and this time I see a bag from her previous days lunch and the bag IS MOVING! I run - I mean RUN into my bosses office and tell her.  She's like "I can't I can't I can't!!!"  After begging, we both investigate the bag.  She throws a seltzer bottle on it and - nothing.  Then we drop a little notebook on it - again - nothing.  So then we see that Bethany has a paint stirrer on her desk (why I do not know) and Kathleen picks it up in hopes of flipping it and putting it in the trash - JUST in case there is a rodent in it.  So I'm standing at my desk and she flips it and a mouse RUNS out of the bag, flies in the air and scurries away.  I remember this in hindsight because as soon as the mouse showed it's face KB is screaming bloody murder - papers go all over - Treo goes the other way.  I - alarmed at the sitch - do the same.  

Mind you all my stuff is still sitting - on at the scene of the crime.  We decide that we have to call Joe the trusty landlord who's already gone home for the evening.  We also decide he's going to be PISSED at us because he's super tidy and he's going to see that Circes Grotto bag with Bethanys leftover salad still in it.  Problem.  His # is on a post it on my desk.

So in one fall swoop I grab the post it, my MacBook (lots of Device Removal warnings that day) and my purse and we're out.  He says he will come down and try to investigate.

Next day - Wednesday.  I come in and our office is now spotless. The trash I'd been meaning to throw away for a few days is gone and both of our trash barrels are on our desk as in hint that we probably invited the mouse in with all of our lunches that we are forced to eat at our desk because lunch breaks don't exist in PR (ok lie sometimesss I check Jezebel on lunch).

So I do my work.  KB comes in with a scared look on her face - won't barely walk in my office.  I assure her that it's probably gone and Joe saved the day.

10 minutes later I'm on the phone with a coworker and WHO scurries from one side of the room to the other - MICKEY FUCKING MOUSE.  

I'm sure I just hung out and I apologize but I had bigger things on my plate.  The mouse is chilling.  It is probably no bigger than a half dollar (do those even exist anymore) and it's looking for Bethany's left over lunch from the day before.  I run to KB's office and she's on a super important call with the big guys and I'm playing charades with her as to not interrupt the call.

I decide I am going to brave it on my own though.  Luckily we have ton of apparel in our office thanks to a very special client so I put one of their socks around my hand and in I go.  I just wanted to pick it up and do something with it - put it in a box I don't know.  So I am chasing it around the office - taking my heels off as to not scare it and it scurries into a supplies closet and just sits there.  Almost plays dead because he knows I am after him.   Joe tells us to close the closet and wait till he gets there and he will do away with it.

Joe comes in like a cartoon character with his cheese and mouse trap ready to set it and I'm like be careful the little sucker was at the very front of the closet and low and behold when Joe opens the closet there's Mickey - waiting patiently.

Now PETA lovers rejoice.  We released it into the field behind the office and are praying it never comes back.  

Bethany has yet to hear about the crazy-ness that went on while she was traveling but tomorrow I'm going to get to tell the story again.  With Charades.