On the bright side, Otis is the mightiest of the mighty hunters. On the not-so-bright side, there are mice in my hardware store.
Since it's the end of August and the temperatures have been fairly mild, I have to wonder why the mice are coming into the building; me thinks this does not bode well for the winter, as the old farmers insist that mice move inside early when they are expecting a harsh winter.
Is winter right around the corner, then? I don't know. I do know that I am not looking forward to being on the receiving end of one of Otis's acts of generosity anytime, soon.
Gross. I mean, really gross.
I am the mightiest of the mighty hunters.
I am the deadest of dead mice.