I’m fairly calm when I encounter live mice in the Miao House, but dead mice popping out of nowhere are likely to send me into a screaming and fainting fit.
It happened two days ago. I thought Chun was eating cookie crumbs that had fallen on the floor by the oven, but it wasn’t cookie crumbs. It was a dead mousie, medium-to-large size. Chun thought I overreacted, as did Papa Miao, who came running into the kitchen thinking I had scalded myself or was otherwise involved in a medical emergency. Chun was fairly disappointed that he was deprived of a well-earned snack.