Mouse

There's a mouse in the garage. I see it only occasionally, from time to time, but I know it's still there when the small bits of food I leave quickly disappear. (I'd encourage the mouse fend for itself if the ground weren't covered with ice and snow, and the temperature wasn't, as I write this, 5°.)

I think most people would find such a thing to be unsettling, but as long as it isn't inside of my house, I don't much mind. (If it were inside my house, I can't imagine it would last long.)