Up the Tree

I have seen no sign of my worktime friend since our photo-shoot, but the little turds on my desk still surface at semi-regular intervals. He must be coming by to visit and just missing me.

I wonder what he thinks about the mouse trap on my desk covered in *Nutella*?

(Why Nutella? I was thinking about what would catch me if I were a mouse and I sure as hell wasn’t going to give him a *Chunky(TM)* bar.)

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