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Correction. I don’t have a mouse. I have a RAT. One that is NOT supposed to be in my room. A good-sized, shadowy grey-brown, stinking Norway rat. O_O How do I know this for sure? Why, I just saw him up at the side of the rat cage WHILE I WAS SITTING THERE WITH THE LIGHTS ON.
You’ll excuse me while I move my rats to the loft in temporary cages and migrate my sleeping stuff over to my grandmother’s living room, won’t you? *shudder* I love rats, but not when they’re wild and in my room and OUT IN PLAIN SIGHT LIKE THAT. Apparently the cat litter and the peppermint oil and the colorful whirly UFO light and my flailing and waving a flashlight did NOTHING. AGH. I need relaxing tea and funny fanfiction so I can sleep without have scary crack dreams like I did last night.
There is rat poison out under the table the rat cage is on, since it seems to be appearing from that corner. I was feeling a little bad about that method (like I did a couple of summers ago when we had rats living in our compost pile), but then the little bastard had the nerve to come out while I had the lights on and freak me out. Now I don’t really feel bad about it.
My mother was right: I did eventually have a room that was so messy I had wild rodents in it. *facepalm* Though it was pretty good before he showed up, actually. I dunno.
New icon for the occasion, since that was pretty much my expression through all of this moving around and freaking out and stuff. Either that, or the :O face.
You’ll excuse me while I move my rats to the loft in temporary cages and migrate my sleeping stuff over to my grandmother’s living room, won’t you? *shudder* I love rats, but not when they’re wild and in my room and OUT IN PLAIN SIGHT LIKE THAT. Apparently the cat litter and the peppermint oil and the colorful whirly UFO light and my flailing and waving a flashlight did NOTHING. AGH. I need relaxing tea and funny fanfiction so I can sleep without have scary crack dreams like I did last night.
There is rat poison out under the table the rat cage is on, since it seems to be appearing from that corner. I was feeling a little bad about that method (like I did a couple of summers ago when we had rats living in our compost pile), but then the little bastard had the nerve to come out while I had the lights on and freak me out. Now I don’t really feel bad about it.
My mother was right: I did eventually have a room that was so messy I had wild rodents in it. *facepalm* Though it was pretty good before he showed up, actually. I dunno.
New icon for the occasion, since that was pretty much my expression through all of this moving around and freaking out and stuff. Either that, or the :O face.