I wouldn’t mind so much if they paid rent . . .

Several years ago my youngest daughter mentioned that she’d seen a “big mouse” in our back yard. I thought she was making stuff up until he came out to play:

The Tenant

By now we’ve seen several of these unwelcome under-the-deck tenants. I have it on good authority that they’ve been hanging out by the compost behind the garage smoking doobies until the wee hours of the morning. They’re a bad influence on the neighborhood cats.

What sorts of guests do you get?