Stuart Little
We have mice in our office.
The first sighting was this morning in the kitchen. One coworker screamed and jumped in a chair. Multiple people saw the mouse.
After that we found mouse droppings. All over the office. On desks. (We've all since freaked and Kloroxed our desks. Droppings are gross.) They've been all the way at the front (my desk) and all the way back to the kitchen.
Screaming a few minutes ago happened when another coworker as sitting in her cubicle (midway through the office) and saw the mouse run along a line of filing cabinets.
The result? As the non-afraid person (thanks to the rehab center), I've had to search offices and make sure coworkers could go back to their desks. People are sitting with their feet in their chairs. There have been demands that people bring in their cats pronto.
And through all this, our landlord is trying to ignore that there's a problem.
ETA: Our landlord never called the exterminator. She did say who she supposedly called, so one of the partners called them and they'd never even *heard* of our landlord. And then when the partner called the landlord back to get onto her about that, she'd magically gone for the day. And the assistant who actually does things is out on her honeymoon, and the landlord's boss (who lives on our 5th floor) is out of town because his mother died. I think I need a cat.
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