Of Mice and Mint
At some hotels you get a mint on your pillow. At Hluhluwe Hilltop Lodge we got a mouse turd, fallen from the rafters.
Later, Cat and I came home from dinner to find two— yes, two— adorable little mice inexplicably sitting in separate chairs by the coffee table. I’m actually kicking myself for not setting out cups and saucers and taking a picture of them having a tea-party. Anyway, after dumping the mice outside, another one somehow entered our room only to spend the entire night trying to chew one of those cartoon mouse-holes through the front door. Whenever I tried to open the door and assist in his escape, the little vermin would panic at my light and disappear into the bowels of the mini-fridge. In the end, I took a Valium. I would have preferred a mint.
