of mice and chickens
I would be the chicken.
There is a mouse. in. my. house.
I do not like mice. I have an irrational fear of them. This one could somehow come up through the couch and bite me in the night. I need a couch on stilts so I can see beneath the little hanging thing that hides the view underneath.
I saw it, screamed, jumped in the van and went to Walmart (at midnight) for mousetraps, four of which are now scattered around my living room waiting to squeeze the life out of that little home invader.
I had Anna call Rachel's husband and ask him to bring his pistol down and shoot it, but he felt the mousetraps would be sufficient. Clearly he is a liberal when it comes to the death penalty.
There is a mouse. in. my. house.
I do not like mice. I have an irrational fear of them. This one could somehow come up through the couch and bite me in the night. I need a couch on stilts so I can see beneath the little hanging thing that hides the view underneath.
I saw it, screamed, jumped in the van and went to Walmart (at midnight) for mousetraps, four of which are now scattered around my living room waiting to squeeze the life out of that little home invader.
I had Anna call Rachel's husband and ask him to bring his pistol down and shoot it, but he felt the mousetraps would be sufficient. Clearly he is a liberal when it comes to the death penalty.