Well, i can deal with this because he’s a cute mouse. I’ve had two previous runins with the rodent… one late at night while Matt was here which resulted in me piling everything we own into the middle of the room and stalking around with a flip-flop in hand ready to lay out a smackdown, and the other during the first week i was dating Selina that resulted in my jogging to Selina’s place in record time and spending half the night on her dorm’s kitchen counter because i didn’t want my toes to touch the ground. This should teach me to always throw out old pizza boxes… even if they are empty and do not belong to me. Apparently they make nice houses. Also, i forget a mouse can get out of anything he can squeeze his head past, which made my entire scheme with the pizza box and the slipper and the bucket entirely pointless. Obviously i should go looking for flip-flops…