"Our house wrapped in disrepair, a small mouse peeked out from a hole beneth the stairs..."!

I am pretty sure there is a mouse in the wall of my apartment. I'm convinced by the squeaking and scuffling coming from the wall between the kitchen and the blue siding outside that this creature has taken up residence in my abode.

I came home from buying a pound of coffee at the Mug and sat down at my computer to read some news. After a moment I hear: Squeak! Squeak! Scuffle-scuffle-scuffle. Perplexed, I made my way into the small kitchen, apparently the location of said ruckus. Yes, I thought to myself, that is certainly squeaking... Could it be... ? No... Oh! It is! I yelped quietly as I realized that this was certainly a mouse, and it was certainly in my wall. Frantically, I grabbed my cell phone and called John. "I'm being stereotypical!" I told him, "But there's a mouse in my wall!" Calmly, he told me to call the landlord's office and leave a message. After our brief conversation, I did so, and explained that I am convinced that a mouse is squeaking around inside my wall.

Now, I know that a mouse is no great threat to me. He may be a threat to my food or to the cleanliness of my floor, but he can't really hurt me. (In fact, he's probably pretty freaking adorable...) I cannot help, however, imagining fantastical things about my new, uninvited, room-mate. I imagine Archibald (that is obviously his name) escaping the confines of the wall and entering my kitchen. He then eats all the food he can get his grimy little claws on. Nourishment causes Archibald to grow bigger than any mouse ever has before. He is so fat, and so cunning that he takes over my entire apartment, forcing me out of it onto the street.
The vision of a fat, greedy mouse sitting in my computer chair using my Facebook, listening to my Motion City Soundtrack CD's, and wearing my earrings is going to haunt me for days. Days.

In conclusion, I'm no big proponent of personally owned property, but, Mr. Archibald Mouse, I pay rent for this bedroom, kitchen, living room and bath room! Get the fuck out or I'll send your ass over to the folks at FU, Penguin.