And the Hardest Working Employee Award Goes to...

Earlier today, Hugh sent me a text message with a photo of a dead mouse that Otis had proudly presented to him. I had been in the store earlier in the morning and am certainly happy that he did not choose me as the recipient of that little gift.

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.