Imagining the Information Age: Stories/Visions
Whenever anyone's evicted from my building, mice show up. I was lying on my futon late one night and heard a scrabbling, and thought, "Mice." Then I saw a gray shape scurry by. I turned on the light, but it was an opossum. "How did it get in?" I wondered, then heard another scrabbling noise, and a gray cat came in from the kitchen. It chased after the opossum. More noise from the kitchen, which turned out to be two pigeons, spooked by a bulldog pup.