I work in a sea of asphalt. Our frontage is over a quarter mile. There is nothing green for nearly 500 feet behind us and to the right of the building I work in. My office/workshop is on the second floor. Looking out is a four lane highway and about a quarter mile that way is a river.
Two weeks ago tomorrow I bought a one pound bag of pistachios from the nut man. He's been coming here (and hundreds of other businesses) for over 25 years. He's put two daughters through college selling nuts and candies to retail establishments and office buildings in my area.
I like the occasional nut. Good for you and they make you work to enjoy them. So I left the bag on my desk over the weekend and came back Monday morning last week to find a small hole in the bottom of the bag. I didn't think much of it, and last week enjoyed my nuts a few times. This past Monday, the bag was on the floor and nearly empty. My bad I thought. I finished them and thought nothing of it.
This morning I come in turn on my computer (one I built for me) and it starts making a racket. My computer is a very compact chassis Shuttle and takes up little space. I immediately turn it off, disconnect it and open it up on my workbench.
It's FULL of pistachio shells and other assorted junk, half-eaten Reese's Pieces, the remainder of some Cheetos (yes, but I don't live in a basement). And tiny tiny tiny mouse turds. Smaller than a grain of rice by a large amount. I left a slot cover off the back to let the video card I use get a little more air, and that's how the bugger decided to get in AFTER climbing up my desk and pilfering my nuts and now taking up residence in my computer. How he got here amazes me. But he found me and now mooches my nuts. Not much, enough to survive. I moved his "home" to the floor this morning, so it should be easier for him to go back if he chooses.
I will not destroy him. Any creature who came this far and worked so hard to share my pistachios is OK in my book. I will get a trap that will not hurt him, buy him a home at PetSmart this weekend, and he can stay under my care as long as he wants.
I think I'll call him Tweak.
PS
I left some tasty noms out for him/her tonight.