No poet or song could put right what I got wrong
OMG!
so this morning (this morning being 12:30) to my little sister telling me that there was a mouse in the kitchen. I thought she was joking. but apparently my mother had seen it also and placed a trap down for it.
and a few moments ago I was in the middle of writing a story when my sister comes charging up the stairs telling me she needs my help. and im like "wtf? I'm in the middle of writing a story... what do you need?" and shes like " the trap caught the mouse.. and its twitching.. and you need to throw it away." to which i said "why do i have to do it?" and she responded with a "I dont want to go near it."
so i go downstairs and by the time i get there its stop twitching and its completely dead... and its flipped onto its back and its made very clear that this mouse is a boy. so i named it artie. haha.
and as im deciding how exactly to dispose of the body without touching anything, i turn to my sister and say "you think we should bury it?" as a joke. and she thought i was serious and said "well... its dark out... and really late.." and i glared at her and swept the fucker into a dustpan and threw it in a plastic bag.
but i guess there was a small hole in the plastic bag.. and the trap must have made it bigger or something cuz when i was walking in the garage so i could throw it in the garbage outside, the bag broke and the mouse (which was still in the trap) fell to the ground.. and splattered because the trap cut its head off on impact.
so i had to sweep it up and throw Artie in the garbage (both pieces) and clean up the blood.
and when i get back i have writer's block all because of stupid little artie.
now my house smells of mouse death. haha
great.
so this morning (this morning being 12:30) to my little sister telling me that there was a mouse in the kitchen. I thought she was joking. but apparently my mother had seen it also and placed a trap down for it.
and a few moments ago I was in the middle of writing a story when my sister comes charging up the stairs telling me she needs my help. and im like "wtf? I'm in the middle of writing a story... what do you need?" and shes like " the trap caught the mouse.. and its twitching.. and you need to throw it away." to which i said "why do i have to do it?" and she responded with a "I dont want to go near it."
so i go downstairs and by the time i get there its stop twitching and its completely dead... and its flipped onto its back and its made very clear that this mouse is a boy. so i named it artie. haha.
and as im deciding how exactly to dispose of the body without touching anything, i turn to my sister and say "you think we should bury it?" as a joke. and she thought i was serious and said "well... its dark out... and really late.." and i glared at her and swept the fucker into a dustpan and threw it in a plastic bag.
but i guess there was a small hole in the plastic bag.. and the trap must have made it bigger or something cuz when i was walking in the garage so i could throw it in the garbage outside, the bag broke and the mouse (which was still in the trap) fell to the ground.. and splattered because the trap cut its head off on impact.
so i had to sweep it up and throw Artie in the garbage (both pieces) and clean up the blood.
and when i get back i have writer's block all because of stupid little artie.
now my house smells of mouse death. haha
great.