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I do NOT like it when I go to bed in my basement, where I've been sleeping for the last week, and there's a fucking mouse in my bed.
Sleep? Probably won't be doing that tonight now.
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Edit: So this morning I went back in the basement to grab the stuff I left down there when I fled. And who should be chilling in the middle of the floor? Mr. Mouse!
Long story short, we have poison set down in the basement, and when I found and caught him it was pretty clear he had already gotten into some. I left the little guy outside with a pile of guinea pig food.
The problem?
I'm almost positive this mouse was quite a bit smaller than the one that was in my bed.
Sleep? Probably won't be doing that tonight now.
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Edit: So this morning I went back in the basement to grab the stuff I left down there when I fled. And who should be chilling in the middle of the floor? Mr. Mouse!
Long story short, we have poison set down in the basement, and when I found and caught him it was pretty clear he had already gotten into some. I left the little guy outside with a pile of guinea pig food.
The problem?
I'm almost positive this mouse was quite a bit smaller than the one that was in my bed.