Critter update

[muckefuck]

Well, the building engineer came by to look at our other persistent problems (doorknob always falling off, leak in ceiling, etc.) and sailed right past Mr Roach. If he's still here tomorrow morning, then he's a pet. I wonder what the cleaning staff will make of him, though. Mrs Smith seems to think they won't notice, but I'm imagining some high-pitched dialogue in Spanish or Polish reverberating off these walls in a few hours.

That reminds me: Did I ever tell you about the time my dad and his friends put a fer-de-lance in the fridge?