Several years ago I found trace evidence (droppings) of a mouse in my house. The mouse appeared to be anorexic, because I never found any proof food was eaten. Being that I was finding droppings, I probably should have checked my laxatives.
One morning I decided enough was enough and started looking for the mouse. I had put out poison and the brick was missing, so I was ready to find a mouse militia. As I searched a basket full of scarves I started to see blue poo and I knew I was on the right track. A few seconds later, a mouse peeked out of a scarf scurried to the bottom of the basket. I grabbed the basket, opened the back door and threw the entire basket outside. The scarves went flying. The mouse landed and ran right back into my house.
Although I think that mouse finally passed on, as it has been years, I recently discovered fresh droppings. I put out the poison and waited. The other night, after enjoying a few drinks at That’s Not Chinese’s house, I came home, sat on the couch, and started tooling around online. I was up for several hours and when I finally fell asleep I did so on the couch in my clothes – sweater, mini skirt, tights. The next morning I woke up and did a few things around the house then went in to use the bathroom. As I begin to pull my tights down I could feel something near the back top of them. I reached down and pulled out a blue poo. While I was sleeping on the couch a mouse shat on me. “That’s some funny shit,” Tree told me and added, “I would shit on you too if you poisoned me.”