Mickey's Nocturnal Visit

The mouse above the equipment room door at 9 p.m.

Egads!  Rats and mice!

I've been really stressed at work the past few weeks.  We have a serious proposal due today at 3 p.m. and I've been putting in some long hours to get it done. 

Last night I was at work until 9 p.m.  I had some last documents to take to the equipment room where my proposal (all nearly 300 pages of it) is being collated and bound.  The lights in most parts of the office are on sensors, so they turn off automatically if people aren't running around, moving and... um... being "sensed".

The equipment room is way on the other side of the building from my office, and people on that side had long gone home.  Lights are coming on as I walk down the hallway, but even so, it's mostly dark.

And a little spooky.

So, imagine my surprise as I come to the equipment room and see the mouse on the ceiling.  I barely wanted to go in there!  I was afraid it was going to leap onto my head.

Or something.  It could happen.

Okay, it was 9 p.m., it had been a long day, and I was operating on my brain's back-up generator power pack by this time...

So, I call my boss, who was still in his office working on the same proposal, and he comes down the hall to look at it with me.  He stared at the ceiling and then said diplomatically, "It's being awful still."

I think I replied, "He's paralyzed by fear.  He knows we've seen him."

Right.

So, I take a picture for the office manager to send to the building management the next morning.  (See above.)

When I got in this morning, the girls in Corporate were howling with laughter.  You see, the mouse is plastic, and it ended up on the ceiling one day when Veronica accidently threw it in the air and it got stuck where it now resides.

I must have seen it a million times before.

Okay, maybe only 985 times.

But, it looks different in the daytime.  More plastic-y.  Less Mickey.

Why it freaked me out last night, I have no idea.  But in my defense, it was dark, and late, and I was very very veerrrrrryyyyy tired.

And I could have sworn it moved.

Seriously.