Brian is filthy

In the fall, we had a mouse. It would run around at night in the living room and the dogs would freak out and bark and try to catch it. I intended on getting a humane trap to catch it, but put it off cause I would have to order one from the Internet. Eventually I realized I hadn't seen the mouse in a while and assumed it had left of it's own volition.

About a week ago, Brian said one of his friends from out of town needed a place to crash, and I told him to wash the sheets in the guest room. Well, Brian found a whole bunch of mouse shit in the guest bed. So it turns out that the mouse hadn't left, it was just staying in our guest room. When I got home from work that day, I asked Brian if he had washed the sheets and he said he didn't have time. When I asked him, what about all the mouse shit, he said he just vacuumed it up. Luckily the guy didn't end up staying with us.

P.S. What the hell is a cake eater? It's an old fashioned insult and I always assumed it meant that someone was gay, but I'm not so sure anymore.