My Furry Friend

I woke up the other morning at 6:30 to the sound of an energetic little mouse running suicides over the ceiling of our bedroom. He seems to be a morning person, and is doing his best to make us early risers as well. And yes, it is a he, because the thought of possible mouslings is too much to consider! I am waking up with dark thoughts these days, thoughts of mousetraps and tempting cheese and a little mouse deciding that the nesting is better at the neighbor's house. Correcting papers is quite the adventure, as the Bright Young Thing has picked the ceiling just above my window nook to make his nest in. It sounds as if he is hollowing out a nice cave inside the boards, and I have learned to distinguish scrabbbling, scritching, munching, and shredding.
Perhaps I could drop a hint to the renters above us that their apartment floor is the home of a mouse. But, then again, its not the sort of thing one can casually mention as you meet in the stairwell! I'll keep you posted...