No! No!! No!!!

Dammit all to hell. My wishful thinking that it was just a hallucination failed me. As if I wasn’t having enough issues with sleeping, this certainly won’t help matters any. I found inarguable proof tonight in my pantry.

I’m having flashbacks to terrible, awful, horrifying memories of living in the trailer. I’m scared to reach for anything in my pantry. I have reverted to stomping through the kitchen, turning on all the lights, and banging on the walls as I approach.

I have a mouse (I prefer to think of it in the singular) in my house. Angry

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