Egads! I finally finished converting all of my past journal entries over into Movable Type.

I have spent way too much time in my computer chair since setting up this domain. I think my butt is flattening out, haha. I know my legs and back are hurting, but that is mitigated by my excitement at finally being done with this portion of the conversion. Movable Type is such a dream to work with, though!

There've been a couple of little mouse bodies waiting for us at work this month, what with the traps being set and all. The first was right by my desk, but in the next cubicle. I felt horrible when I saw that tiny little body caught in the trap though. The guilt!! He was such a wee creature, certainly not a danger to us big bad humans.

Then, one day, I was in my boss's office when Senior Bean Counter came in and tapped me on the shoulder. I looked to where he was pointing in the open area beside my cubicle.

There was this little mouse sitting there - very much alive.

At first, I thought SBC was playing a trick on me with a fake mouse, because this little brown furry thing wasn't moving at all. But when I got closer, the mouse jumped, and ran in a little hopping motion (like a bunny) into the office of the Director of Human Resources.

When the mouse moved, I squealed and jumped up onto the typing table nearby. It was funny, because I wasn't really scared, it was just an instinctual reaction. I immediately got down and ran after the mouse, because my boss had gone in there and I didn't want the mouse dead.

The D of HR wasn't in that day, and for a moment, I was tempted to suggest that we close her door and leave the mouse in there for her to discover upon her return. Bah, I couldn't convince anyone to go along with that idea. =)

My boss trapped the mouse under a turned-over trashcan, and then went to tell the Cranky Receptionist Lady to call a maintenance guy to come get the little visitor. Instead, CRL came back and between her and my boss, they managed to get the trashcan liner out of the can with the mouse enclosed inside. CRL then escorted the mouse out to the nearby fields.

Once he was gone, I kind of missed him! Hehe.

Poor little guy - he was probably just looking for some of that Hershey's milk chocolate in my desk.