When I got home last night Bob had cleaned the entire kitchen. Which was an awesome surprise. Then he told me he had one more surprise for me. He said that he found a mouse under the fridge. To which I replied with jumping 3 feet and screaming onto the bed. He looked at me bewildered and told me he thought I would think the mouse was cute and I hoped he hadn't killed it. Bob, I said.. I do not think that a mangy little disease carrier is cute. No Bob, no. (and then I made a gagging noise and died)
He assured me that in the entire three years he has lived at our apartment this was the first he had seen anything, and there wasn't any mouse poop anywhere and he swept the entire apartment. I asked him if it was going to come back and get caught in my hair or anything like I had seen in Indiana Jones. I think Bob was a little annoyed.