I never thought this would happen to me. Last night, to my suitemate’s dismay, a furry little creature ran across our common room floor. 15 minutes of screaming later, we called the exterminator. They came this morning and put mouse traps all around our room, many of which I almost stepped in. Hopefully this means it will be easy to trap those nasty little buggers. In any case, I now move about my room by jumping from surface to surface so as not to put my feet on the ground. Ever since I heard the story of my friend Barbara, who actually stepped on a mouse in her room and killed it (she heard a crunch and thought it was a cracker), I’m not going to take any chances.