There's a mouse pooping in my dishcloth drawer again. Glenn said that he found more mouse poop in the house, but he wouldn't tell me where. I can only imagine. I hear the little critters in the ceiling at night, crawling around and doing their mousy things. Not pleasant.
We went and looked at a different apartment this evening. It's a small two room apartment. I have my doubts of how it could work out, but the $500 a month price tag is enticing. We'll see.
