My office has two bathrooms, one of which used to be the women's room. I haven't considered it as the women's room, really, since the guys refacing the building set up the scaffolding outside the window, and I took to using the windowless men's room. Around that time, someone took down the signs on the doors which read, "Innies," and "Outties."
In theory, though, the room with the windows and no heat is the women's room. This plastic rat has been sitting on the mirror above the women's room sink for at least as long as I've worked here:
Yesterday, the rat was sitting along the wall, next to the toilet:
This morning, the rat had mysteriously moved again:
Now, far be it from me to allow Mr. Plastic Rat to build a nest using our toilet paper! We must conserve office supplies - I mean, there's a recession on. Seriously. So I took matters into my own hands:
Yes, that is an ant trap. But - next to it? How about a close up?
A little board gaming on the john? Don't mind if I do!
(P.S. - Did anyone else learn about Rube Goldberg from playing that game? Man, I loved that game, even though it never worked exactly right.)
UPDATE: THE DAY AFTER
MWAH HAH HAH HAH HAH Everything is going according to plan . . .
MONDAY UPDATE:
And he took the toilet paper? Oh, rat, this means war. I will string you up by the bits your mama gave you, so help me god.
