It's raining, it's pouring, the old man just got a rabies vaccine.

The trouble with getting behind on blogging is that if you wait too long--nothing seems important enough to say. I mean really. It's not like I can have just any old story break the silence now. It's been... far too long. This mode of thinking, however, has continued to feed the procrastination monster that seems to have completely taken over my once able mind. With that said, I hope I haven't built myself up too much. Because this one is a doozy.

But I digress.

I've come out of hiding to alert you about a current epidemic sweeping my office. Swine Flu? No way. The common cold? As if. No, dear reader, I assure you, it's much more terrifying than that.

What has beady eyes, toxic poop, and a devilishly horrifying scurry?

If you guessed mice, congratulations.

Our office manager has had not one, but two, sightings in her office alone. There have been countless others, and now--I'm officially concerned. You see, the office manager and I have a shared wall and ceiling. Meaning, I could be the victim of the next attack.

Yesterday, at approximately 2:47 pm, a mouse literally fell from the ceiling. After landing on a filing cabinet, he launched himself across the room, and dashed behind some picture frames. The disgusting creature was then stalked by our Director of Communications and Facilities Manager, only to have met his fateful end at the hands of Doug, the Mousey Hunter. And that's just the beginning.

Today another rodent was found dead under a desk. And our print shop specialist is convinced he saw a mouse run across the lobby this morning. Earlier this afternoon, I heard a rustling in my office which sent shivers down my spine. What if I come face to face with the vile thing?

I, for one, can't shake the image of the entire species taking root in our ceiling. I have visions of the indoor roof tiles giving way to a gray haze of vermin falling from the sky.

They are everywhere.

Oh god. What was that sound??