Whatever Strikes my Fancy.
From the “Tell me you work in a museum/archive/art gallery without telling me you work in a museum/archive/art gallery” file:
This little f*cker will not be snug in my rugs.
And more importantly than my cheap rugs, it will not be eating my books or my clothes, or worse, hitching a ride to work.
I took this last week after it landed on my arm, at which point decided an extended long weekend to go on a somewhat psychotic cleaning spree was in order.