Stuart Little

Last night my friend Angela and I went to WaWa for a late dinner to take back to her room to eat. About an hour after eating, some friends invited us to hang out in their room across the Quad. I left my bag containing an empty fruit cup and the remnants of a delicious meatball hoagie in Angela's room and we left. Several hours later we returned, and I decided to go to bed. Having gotten into my pajamas hours earlier, I simply went to my room, shut the door, put my bags on the floor, and immediately jumped into my warm and inviting bed. Little did I know that I would not be there for long.
Within seconds I became a aware of an incessant rustling coming from inside of the bag I had just placed on the floor. I optimistically determined that the bag was simply settling until it began moving across my floor. I sprung out of bed, leaped across the floor, flung open the door, and stood aghast in the hallway, looking into my room at the bag, daring it to move. After standing stupidly in the hallway for some time, I finally decided to take action and swiped the bag off of the floor with the hook of a clothes hanger. I proceeded to run out the door with the bag dangling in front of me.
During my frantic race down the hallway, I could feel the creature trying to escape. I shook the bag in horror-I was not prepared to meet my tormentor face to face. Without thinking (I truly regretted this in the morning), I flung the bag off of the end of the hanger when I felt I had travelled sufficiently far from my room, barely pausing to witness its landing. I was terrified that this creature, which I assumed to be a mouse, would surely chase me back down the hallway and back into my room. Thankfully, I think he was more interested in his newfound WaWa feast to bother with me any longer.