I emailed Officer Tedd Nickerson via Pet Harbor, who replied that our little friend is doing better today.
I haven't decided exactly what to do about the rodent in the cupboard. Last night I left a row of sweet peas, which were gone this morning. I know this must be resolved, i.e. rodent trapped and taken away, but I'd hoped to get some photos. In my head I'm imagining these surprised flash photos of a rat caught via motion sensor. Very likely I'll get nothing, or a ruined camera. Very likely I should not act on everything I imagine. And very likely the strange little exchange with this thing only works because I've never seen it in person. I guess it's an exchange---I leave bits of food which disappears...
I'm fairly certain the rodent (I'm beginning to believe it's a rat, not a mouse) in question is nothing at all like Zorcon, for whom I feel a great deal of affection.
I childishly enjoy imagining it's not a rodent at all, but something far more disturbing.
All of this is moot, because quite a number of Poppets need to get out to their new humans. My hands have paint on them. I must take off my apron, wash up, get some coffee and help with packing. I have things to do that don't involve imaginings about unseen creatures.
Spencer's birthday is today. We're not officially celebrating today, but I did get him a truly audacious raspberry cheesecake for later. Possibly I'll figure out how to tell him how much better our strange bit of reality is because he's in it. Or I could just kick him in the shin. I'd wished him a land sailing day, but the wind was extra fickle. Orion's birthday is next week. We'll have a celebration weekend then.
Everyone here misses the ocean. Sheesh. Even the pool would be better than nothing. Need water!
Back to work I go.