SPOTTED

I was just on a call with my client and a producer, when all of a sudden a bunch of boys with brooms and poster boards came running into my area yelling: watch out girls! I looked down, and saw a chunky fat mouse scurrying underneath our desks. As I screamed, it ran between my feet. Thank gawd I was on mute. And thank gawd there was a sticky roach trap in the corner that it ran straight into. And THANK GAWD I didn’t have to deal with letting it free into the wilderness (aka 23rd street).