who lives here?
I got home yesterday to a leaves-off-trees Vermont that was an unseasonable 60+ degrees. I opened the door to my room and it was like cracking the seal on a time capsule, though I'd only travelled a few months into the past. I haven't been here for more than four days in a row since August. As I fluffed up my pillows preparing to get into bed (bed! my bed! the best bed!) I noticed five little seeds underneath one of the pillows. I am not a nocturnal seed eater, but clearly someone or something had been. The mystery was further revealed when I moved the other pillow and found a small assortment of sunflower seed husks, pillow feathers and the wings and legs of tiny insects. My friend the mouse must have had a field day with the big empty room and the soft and quiet place to sleep. Sadly, now that it's my turn to have a field day with the room, he or she will have to go elsewhere. It's a big house, we may be able to go some time without running in to each other again.
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