Last thing happening just before heading to the airport is that I see something I thought was the biggest cockroach EVER in my kitchen. In my garbage box. In order to confirm the record being made, with my favorite house tool, the cockroach killer spray in my hand, I walk slowly over to it. But what do I see. This little terrified mouse staring up at me. Running in circles like crazy. After a wee conversation telling him how lucky he was to be discovered and that Ill now make him free again (he would have starved to death inside it if I didnt find him), I took him to the garden, and let the litter down in the grass.
I swear to God it moved just like ratatouille!