I'm involved in a deep telephone conversation with my brother when I hear a slap, slap, tap, tap coming from downstairs, in the dark. Dre is working late, the kids are all nestled all snug in their beds. I'm pretty sure it's Jason Vorhees coming to get me. Or...it's Nacho, our beloved gerbil trying to make a prison break. This goes on intermittently for half an hour. After said phone convo, I creep downstairs to investigate. The little dude pops his head out of his apartment & decides Just.That.Moment to escape before my very eyes. I of course grab my camera to document it because there is no way I am touching him on account of his tail being too long see...
How cute is he right?!
He proceeds to run a wild rampage through the living room, behind the couch, in the shoes, leaving a trail of poop in his wake. I finally baby whispered him into a paper bag and then gently deposited him in his cage. He promptly climbed on his wheel that goes nowhere and continued his marathon run. How exxxciting is that folks??
By the way, this mascara is bruTAL, never had a worse one in my life, flakes everywhere. Like hungover, haven't washed your face in 24 hours or taken out your contacts flakes. I think it's Cover Girl. Just in case, like me, your head is turned raccoon-like by bright shiny things, consider yourself warned.