Edges of skirts and isolated loneliness

There's a rat running around my office.

Specifically, it's been spotted running up and down the pantry counter.

I might be sitting at an obscure corner that guarantees my absolute privacy, but the edge of my skirt brushing against my leg keeps making me jump and stomp my feet.



Yes, you can just imagine my paranoia, can't you...Well, I can smell it.
...or maybe that's just the Filet-O-Fish hiding in my bag.



I'm more afraid that the rat will find my food than the potential family it could be scouting out food for.