We discovered a mouse in our house the other day. On top of all the other critters that share our old Japanese house with us, we have a mouse.
We put out poison (“the favorite flavor of mice” according to our manager) and named it Henry. Now whenever we need to refer to it we can say things like:
“I saw Henry in the kitchen tonight”
“Henry ate a box of dry lasagna noodles”
“Henry's dead”
It makes it sound less like we have a rodent and more like there's just an unwelcome visitor. Our school's owner reassured me that mice don't eat people (don't they?) and doesn't think a mouse is cause for moving. Hopefully Henry won't overstay his welcome.
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