So this morning, we stopped at this coffee shop across the road from Aaron Carlson. John always gets a Mocha, I always get a cup of light roast, extra cream.
So its really quiet in there, and the coffee guy had run in the other room for a minute to get something.
As we're standing there waiting, I was sort of just looking around.
A movement caught my eye near the floor.
A little grey mouse scurried from one side of their kitchen to the other.
When the guy came back I debated saying something.
Good thing I am not squeamish about that sort of thing.
If it were a huge bug, well...then I would have been all girly girl. (says the gal who has a tarantula and a python....)