The War on Meeses
The other night Robbo and I were floating around in his room, me on Oblivion and the lappy, him on the Sims 2 and his lappy, and our attention was brought to a loud annoying squeaking coming from the living room beyond.
At first I thought something was wrong with Maxo, but no. He was a healthy, happy birdy as he should've been at the time. We discovered the squeak was coming from the fridge, well, more correctly *under* the fridge. And there, under the torch light, we saw it. A tiny little mouse, about the size of your average cockroach. Who'd have thought such a tiny little critter could make so much damn noise? Fuck damn.
So now our household, in true paranoid-parental and scarily George Bush-esque fashion, is waging a War On Meeses.
So far this war has consisted of me cleaning Maxo's cage, and thoroughly vacuuming my room all over. I'm not too sure what the other operatives of the house have to do for this war, but I'm hoping no innocent creatures tuck into the RatSac I keep hearing word of. That stuff's nasty.
Tomorrow my dad's going to check in to that awesome sounding place in Newtown, so tomorrow I'll post the verdict up. *crosses fingers!*
Also, the Giger-licious dragon of DEATH I'm sketching for the online portfolio/website thing Cade is generously going to do for me is going well. I might actually fully finish this sketch, despite how huge it looks like it's going to turn out. It is le awesome. ^_^
Anyway people, that's all I have to blather on about for now. I have to scuttle off, because I have to get some study done for this horrible News and Current Affairs unit that I've been forced to do (hello?! I'm a FILM-MAKER, not a JOURNALIST! Do I look like I care much for the news?!). I intend to pass, so I never have to think of it again.
'Til later!
Mel, Queen of Dark Lizards and Lizardy Darkness
^_^
At first I thought something was wrong with Maxo, but no. He was a healthy, happy birdy as he should've been at the time. We discovered the squeak was coming from the fridge, well, more correctly *under* the fridge. And there, under the torch light, we saw it. A tiny little mouse, about the size of your average cockroach. Who'd have thought such a tiny little critter could make so much damn noise? Fuck damn.
So now our household, in true paranoid-parental and scarily George Bush-esque fashion, is waging a War On Meeses.
So far this war has consisted of me cleaning Maxo's cage, and thoroughly vacuuming my room all over. I'm not too sure what the other operatives of the house have to do for this war, but I'm hoping no innocent creatures tuck into the RatSac I keep hearing word of. That stuff's nasty.
Tomorrow my dad's going to check in to that awesome sounding place in Newtown, so tomorrow I'll post the verdict up. *crosses fingers!*
Also, the Giger-licious dragon of DEATH I'm sketching for the online portfolio/website thing Cade is generously going to do for me is going well. I might actually fully finish this sketch, despite how huge it looks like it's going to turn out. It is le awesome. ^_^
Anyway people, that's all I have to blather on about for now. I have to scuttle off, because I have to get some study done for this horrible News and Current Affairs unit that I've been forced to do (hello?! I'm a FILM-MAKER, not a JOURNALIST! Do I look like I care much for the news?!). I intend to pass, so I never have to think of it again.
'Til later!
Mel, Queen of Dark Lizards and Lizardy Darkness
^_^