Fifi Leigh
Wednesday, 9.13.17
On Tuesday, I had a head cold, which made me tired the whole day that I didn’t feel like doing much. I went on the internet, and I felt restless. So, I mostly sucked on medicated cough drops, drank fresh OJ, and relaxed while watching movies on the indie channel. I decided to go to bed early, at 8 pm, which is too early for me because I usually go to sleep around 11 at night. When I went upstairs, I looked down on the rug, right next to my bedroom doorway, and I noticed a small, gray, and dead mouse. This is the first time I have seen a mouse upstairs, whether dead or alive. They are usually in the garage, attic, or somewhere downstairs. I wonder if Gumby got him downstairs and dragged him upstairs as his trophy kill, or if he killed the mouse upstairs. The count, so far, is 7 dead mice were killed by Mouse Hunter Gumby, and 2 dead mice were accidentally killed by Vegan Animal Rights Activist via Hold & Release Traps.
He is currently napping by me, in my office space, as I type this, probably resting for his night shift job as a Mouse Hunter.
When writing this post, a popular 80s song popped into my head, Another One Bites the Dust by Queen. I remember listening to Queen during my teenage years because they were one of my favorite bands during the eighties. But this song, Another One Bites the Dust, probably had to do with all the people in Freddie’s life that were dying of AIDS.
Yeah, a great song in their day, our youth.