And I was going to leave him alone, really I was. When he was hanging around up near my plant, I was all cool with that. It's when he flopped down onto my desk on my revision notes, that I freaked. If Rich hadn't gone off to get breakfast, I'd have made him kill it. I thought I should take it outside, like Pete does, but I didn't want to be around it that long.
In fact, I think now would be a good time to get a stiff drink. I wonder if Frank would let me borrow his bottle of Scotch.