So I ended up talkign to my boss today. I didn't officially give notice since I still officially don't have the apartment but I think I'll be doing that next week.
He was very supportive. Which I should have known would happen but my default assumption is that everyone is going to react negatively when I have to do stuff like that.
I just heard rustling in the kitchen.
The dog is here with me.
I think its a mouse.
Oh dear.
This is the first time in Dallas' life that we've had one! I always figured they just didn't like the smell of an animal in the house.
Don't eff with me, Cass.
But you're not worried about mice now.
Don't eff with me, Cass.
Right. If it were a possum, it'd be just outside the window, staring in.
WAITING TO ATTACK!
That thing was
scheming.
I really want the mouse to just go back in the walls with its little mouse friends (this building is a hundred years old, I'm no fool) so I don't have to think about killing him.
If I'm going to have to kill an animal it should at least be one I'd get to eat, dammit.
Dal is in the kitchen eating her din now. Hopefully this will make Mickey go away.