Dear Jacques (that's what we named you but if you have any alternative suggestions be sure to let us know),

We get it. It's cold outside and snowy and dark all the time, and our building is so warm and lit and with accessible food. Honestly, we were a mouse we'd wanna live here too.

HOWEVER, we like our food, and our friends like our food, and we've resorted to hiding it in bins that we taped shut on the top shelves of our closets. We've moved our beds and covered our rooms in dryer sheets (because apparently you hate those) and we've catalogued our daily encounters with you through snapchat videos. Our ears are on high alert every night just in case we hear some scuttling, or scuffling, or whatever noises you make. We've taken to wasting our precious peanut butter to try to lure you out of hiding and into the sticky traps that I still don't fully understand how to set up.

As our entire building is departing for winter break, I know that you're probably going to be living it up in our building. Unfortunately, all the food will be gone so you may have to figure something out for that one. But you've been chilling with us for over a month now, and we think that maybe it's a good idea for you to move on to somewhere else. Thanks for the visit and for managing to outsmart us daily. It's been real.

Happy Holidays,

The First Floor