yes, that's what i thought it was

Dear Mr. Mouse,
Well I must admit that when I invited anyone and everyone to come and visit us in West Lebanon, New Hampshire, I really wasn't expecting you, of all people, to show up. Don't get me wrong, you are by far the quietest company we've ever had. In fact, I didn't even realize you had let yourself in, until I found your messes. Didn't your mother ever teach you proper house guest etiquette? You can't just leave your stuff around the house, it's rude, not to mention extremely unsanitary. What I really don't get is why you chose our home, out of every other townhouse in Sachem Village, to visit? Why us? Why me? We don't even leave food out for you to nibble on during your midnight snack attacks.What exactly are you eating around here? Some may consider me a rude hostess, not knowing what you prefer for your midnight snack. But let's not forget that you showed up, unannounced and uninvited. Last night while we were away from home, camping in Sharon, Vermont, I couldn't help thinking about you being left alone in my house, your germy little feet scurrying around my kitchen, climbing on who knows what, helping yourself to whatever you please. I've scoured the counters the floor and everything in between... over and over again. I can't help but wonder if you are laughing at me behind my back, hiding in your secret spot, knowing that I'll never find you. And that is why, little Mr. Mouse, when Mr. Exterminator shows up this week to take care of business, I won't stop him. No, I will not come between him and you, wherever you are. And so I hope next time one of your pink-eyed cousins, Mickey or Fievel or Jerry or whoever they may be, decide to take a vacation from the wet outdoors, that they'll think twice about freeloading off of us. I don't appreciate it.
-Melissa