I am officially not ok.
I was cleaning the kitchen this morning and a mouse/rat/whatever fell from the light fixture/fan to the floor, convulsed for five minutes and died in front of me. Then I freaked out and cried. Then I swept it into a bag for my dad to deal with when he gets home.
It could be worse. The rodent could have ran up the stairs and up into my room. That would be worse.
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