DIE, MICKEY, DIE!!!
THERE IS A MOUSE IN MY FUCKING APPARTMENT!!!
It's not just in my head, I confronted the little fucker just a few minutes ago. Next to my night stand!
We've had mice before, Mom and Joe are natoriously lax about them, but I AM NOT! Bad enough I have to listen to them in the walls constatly. We live in western Washington, near woods and a stream, and I have my bed in the corner where the two walls are to the outside at ground and sub-ground level, and the under the hosue crawl space. Hearing things in the walls is just part of the territory I got used to many years ago.
BUT NOT IN MY APPARTMENT!!! I keep food in here! I cook in here! I fucking SLEEP RIGHT FUCKING HERE!!!
This fucker must die now.
No second chances.
I've seen it's cold, beadey, little, pleague infested eyes now.
I'm yelling at Dad in the morning until he calls the fucking exterminator. No more "I'll lay down a few traps", no more "I'll try a difrent poisen this time." Now it's in my appartment, and It. Must. Die.
It's not just in my head, I confronted the little fucker just a few minutes ago. Next to my night stand!
We've had mice before, Mom and Joe are natoriously lax about them, but I AM NOT! Bad enough I have to listen to them in the walls constatly. We live in western Washington, near woods and a stream, and I have my bed in the corner where the two walls are to the outside at ground and sub-ground level, and the under the hosue crawl space. Hearing things in the walls is just part of the territory I got used to many years ago.
BUT NOT IN MY APPARTMENT!!! I keep food in here! I cook in here! I fucking SLEEP RIGHT FUCKING HERE!!!
This fucker must die now.
No second chances.
I've seen it's cold, beadey, little, pleague infested eyes now.
I'm yelling at Dad in the morning until he calls the fucking exterminator. No more "I'll lay down a few traps", no more "I'll try a difrent poisen this time." Now it's in my appartment, and It. Must. Die.