There are lots of mice in this office. It’s an old grain barn, gaps between most beams, I’m sure it’s a regular romper room up there for small creatures. Plus, I’ve been watching the wood scrapings accumulate on my floor at the base of where a beam meets a support. No big deal, not my problem. I look in, and sure enough there are candy wrapper pieces, random chunks of foil, etc lining the little den it has claimed. whatever, that explains the scraping noises i keep hearing at night.

I like little most small cute creatures so i decided to share my clif bar with the little fellow. I put a glob the size of a peanut up there for him to feast upon. about 5 minutes later I hear scrape scrape plop. Figuring maybe i had left it on the edge of the wood or maybe he accidentally bumped it, i put the crap back up there. A few minutes later the same thing happens. A third time yields the same result: the ingrateful little fucker shoved my kindness out onto the floor three friggin times. Yet, when i left a banana or plant on my desk he nibbles / shits / pisses all over the place. Yeah, you’re a real toughguy mister mouse.