Our beloved Mus Mus.

I was awakened at four this morning by the strangest sound coming from the general kitchen area. Bernard has taken to wearing spike heeled purple sandals around the house, and my first thought was that she was going to the bathroom or getting a drink of water, and that she had put her “house shoes” on. So I got up to see what was going on. Feeling a little tiny bit nervous, I turned on all the lights as I went, so when I got to the kitchen it was very bright, and I could clearly see that nobody was up. I stood there, a little confused, looking around, finally noticing the bar of soap in the middle of the kitchen floor. My Chinese Jasmine seaweed slimming soap. That was in the bathroom when I went to bed. And that now has teethmarks in it.

I think we have rats (and no, Mus Mus is most certainly not a rat, and was locked up safe and sound in his little home—-I looked). Rats that like the smell of jasmine, or who have maybe been wanting to try the ancient chinese slimming formula. I hope it works better for them than it has for me.