11-20-00
One evening a few weeks ago, a friend slept over on the futon in the living room. As we were rearranging the pillows to make it a more comfortable place to rest, we discovered a mangled, quite dead mouse corpse. I disposed of the disgusting little body, and went on about my business.
I could only surmise that on one of Biko's visits, he dispatch the vermin and left it hidden for me to find as a present. While I appreciate the gesture, and the fact that he didn't leave it in front of my door to step on, finding it hidden after the fact was gross.
The next day, all my guest could crab about is how the whole futon reeked with the hideous stench of dead mouse. I was skeptical, as how could a tiny furry corpse saturate such a large surface with such a foul smell, and I called him a big sissy and told him to suck it up.
Well, today I was cleaning up and rearranging the throw pillows on the futon, when I discovered the source of his discomfort: one pillow was completely covered in what I can only guess to be a putrescent mass of urine, gore, blood and death. In fact, I believe it to be the pillow that he was using to sleep upon.
I tried scrubbing it it, soaking it with Febreze, and scrubbing it some more, and it still is enough to turn anyone's stomach. Guess what just went in the circular file?
