Each fall our home is invaded by local denizens. Despite the best efforts of Ehrlich Pest Control and Dottie, our cat, we wind up with mice in our house. Just a few, mind you.
It used to be worse in our pre-Ehrlich days. We used to get millipedes by the hundreds through our basement and family room.
Well, Dottie sometimes brings live mice in to play with and they inevitably get loose and run under the 9,000-lb entertainment center. We catch glimpses of them now and then.
This one was a bit harder to miss. A mouse had somehow gotten into a half-full (half-empty?) glass of water. It was alive and just standing there staring at the children.
I wish I were making this up.