and who could forget dear Rat Boy?

Hugo keeps bringing me mice. So. Many. Mice. Some of which have been a little less than dead. Yay.

Seriously -- six. In the last four days. Six. (And before that? Zero. In the whole time I've lived here. Why is this happening???)

He's as happy as a really smug pig in slop, of course. Creepy lil' predator-muffin. Meanwhile, I'm running out of shoeboxes and my throat is raw from all the screaming.

I'm way too delicate for this shit.