Last night there was another flying mammal in our apartment. I thought that little electronic plug thing was supposed to prevent rodents from wanting to be in our house. I was feeling so hopeful that it was just going to be that one time. But no.
Like last time, Cornelius started running around in circles. I sat up and woke Miles. And like last time, I put a sheet over my head, but instead of walking to the bathroom, I crumbled to the floor. I thought the flying mammal would run into me if I walked there, so I just sank down. Then Miles guided me (as I crawled) into the bathroom and I closed the door.
Miles used the old sheet trick, which eventually sent the animal out through our back porch.
Hats off to the bravery of Miles and Cornelius.
Let's hope this is the last time.
