And then he drinks my water.
I cannot tell you how many times a day I have to get a new water glass. He has his own water bowl but refuses to drink out of anything that's not the toilet, or my water glass. He has standards people.
So, for the past two nights, we've had to save a mouse's life. This takes about an hour, a complicated structure of a makeshift wall of dvds, a bucket, and lots of screaming (from me).
They both survived, thank goodness, but if James keeps this up we're going to have to saran wrap our entire house every night like Dexter, so we can wrap it up in the morning and get rid of the crime scene, while simultaneously protecting the baby from Mouse AIDS.
I love gifts as much as the next person, but these might be a tad overboard James. Just a tad.