Well, it looks as if we’ve been invaded by a mouse. I know this because as I was standing by the stove, it dashed out from under the stove, bounced off my foot, and shot like a rocket into the next room. No luck in finding it there, since that’s Matt and Scott’s computer room and the floor is pretty evenly covered by a layer of pop cans, software boxes, and fast food wrappers. Time to declare war, but we must be certain not to let things get out of hand. I only hope that we can get rid of it before it lays its eggs in our brains as we sleep.