It's like 5:30 AM, still dark out, and there is something alive in the bungalo.
Something bigger than a moth, smaller than a dog. It was in the trash can, so Mike got up and threw the garbage out.
Even with the trash out of the room, I didn't feel comfortable. What could it be? A mouse? A rat? Worse? Some freaky Croatian rodent that people in the States had never heard of? I had trouble going back to sleep.
Then thirty minutes later, it was in Mike's backpack. Ew.
He got up, switched on the light, and tried to find the source.

That's when he saw it.
Whew... it was just a mouse. Little, gray, furry.... nothing really to be that afraid of. I feel bad for saying this, but I was able to sleep knowing that it was in Mike's backpack across the room instead of mine.

Now, however, it's 5:30 AM and the buggar is in my bag. Ew. I can't sleep.