Here is a picture of my desk at work.
About a month ago I heard a little noise, and it sounded like it was coming from my filing cabinet. This one right here.
And I thought to myself, “Oh no! Is there a mouse in my filing cabinet?!” For this to make more sense perhaps I should elaborate on what I actually keep in my filing cabinet:
- Instant oatmeal
- Calcium pills (‘Pills’ feels like the wrong word here, but I’m not sure of a better one.)
- Text books (a handful or so)
- No files
I sat there for probably five minutes trying to decide whether or not I should open the cabinet and check. On one hand, I wanted to know if it was a mouse. On the other hand, I didn’t want to see a mouse. In the end I mustered up the courage and opened it.
There was no mouse. And everything appeared perfectly intact. Besides (I figured), how could a mouse actually get into the cabinet? What a relief! I figured the noise I heard had been coming from somewhere else, and I promptly forgot about the whole ordeal.
When one of my co-workers let us know about the mouse that destroyed the box of instant oatmeal left in his identical filing cabinet. Great. I couldn’t even remember the last time I opened mine. Very possibly it was a month ago when I checked to see if there was a mouse eating my oatmeal.
My co-worker was nice enough to help me brave my filing cabinet again. There still wasn’t a mouse. This time, however, there was evidence that a mouse had been there. And by evidence I mean (among other things) poop.
So now I have a dilemma. Just recently I decided to try and sell my college text books since, as you may have observed via this post, I don’t really use them. But I’m not going to sell someone a text book that’s been pooped and (most likely) peed on. And I really don’t feel right about donating even a sanitized set of books to the library. Yet I just can’t bring myself to throw them away. What a pickle.
Over the last couple days I also started getting sick. It’s of the cold variety. My rational brain understands this. But there’s also a little irrational part of my brain that’s having trouble separating the two events:
Mouse + Sick = I now have the plague.