








This morning, I woke up to the delightful fragrance of a magnificent corpse. The house I live in is very, very old. My family and I renovated it in 2017 to make it suitable for year-round living. However, the interior walls of the house remain old, with ancient wood and plenty of hollow spaces. So, during the colder months, mice of various species and kinds start making their way inside.
I love animals, so I use humane traps to catch them, and if it’s freezing outside, I keep them as temporary pets until the end of winter before releasing them back into the forest. Recently, some clever little creature took up residence in my room, right in the roof. It spent half the night scratching around, disturbing my sleep and my attempts to take naked photos for OnlyFans, yet I could never catch sight of it. I set up traps with cheese, but unfortunately, only my dogs seemed to fall for those.
Apparently, sometime yesterday or earlier, that clever one decided its time had come. And now its lifeless body lies somewhere in the ceiling, emitting a charmingly subtle aroma. These things usually clear up in about a week. Life of a forest girl, I suppose.