Ok, technically, Mouse On the Ledge over the Closet. Or it was.
Mom freaked out. She came into the bedroom and saw us both staring up.
She tried to be nice, getting a container and a long stick to try and get OUR toy outside.
But no. It fell off the ledge, plopped onto the floor and scurried into the closet.
She shut the door. She's hoping it may find a way outside through the closet.
WE aren't hoping for that at all.
Update #2: Mom's landlord is calling an exterminator. Can't be soon enough for her. She also made mention of wanting our ginger furriend Eric to teleport over and use his fine hunting skills... Hey, Mom, I think you just insulted us! After our nap, we can totally take care of this thing.