Mickey: Life On Parolle
So Mickey took the deal offered and avoided the death penality. Though he sure left it to the 11th hour.
So when I first saw the mouse three days ago (as in, saw it, not just knew it was in the appartment), I looked right at it and told it, "If you just leave, just get out of my appartment, I'll let you live. That's the deal. You stay, you die, you leave, you live."
So when I didn't see or hear from it at all yesterday, I thought it took the deal, and ran. So I was doubbly pissed when he was back again today. Little fucker ran right across my clean laundry (which, of course, I now have to re-wash). Definatly the same mouse.
So that's it. No waiting for the family to finaly get off their lazy asses and pay for an exterimator. I put my shoes on, I got my purse, and I imideatly went to the store and bought a pack of old fashioned snap traps.
I get home, I put away the other grocheries I bought and dropped my reusable bag onto the floor while I opened up the traps. So I'm standing in the kitchen, putting peanut butter onto the snap traps and I see movement outta the corner of my eye and turn my head to look.
The mouse cralled into my reusable bag. Right in front of me. And just sat there. Waiting.
I laughed, set the traps down on the counter, and scopped the bag up.
I let him go up the block into one of the bramble fields by the creek.
The little shit clearly didn't believe I was serious until he actualy saw the traps in my hand. ::laughs::
....and yes, as soon as I let him go, I did imideatly have to say:
So when I first saw the mouse three days ago (as in, saw it, not just knew it was in the appartment), I looked right at it and told it, "If you just leave, just get out of my appartment, I'll let you live. That's the deal. You stay, you die, you leave, you live."
So when I didn't see or hear from it at all yesterday, I thought it took the deal, and ran. So I was doubbly pissed when he was back again today. Little fucker ran right across my clean laundry (which, of course, I now have to re-wash). Definatly the same mouse.
So that's it. No waiting for the family to finaly get off their lazy asses and pay for an exterimator. I put my shoes on, I got my purse, and I imideatly went to the store and bought a pack of old fashioned snap traps.
I get home, I put away the other grocheries I bought and dropped my reusable bag onto the floor while I opened up the traps. So I'm standing in the kitchen, putting peanut butter onto the snap traps and I see movement outta the corner of my eye and turn my head to look.
The mouse cralled into my reusable bag. Right in front of me. And just sat there. Waiting.
I laughed, set the traps down on the counter, and scopped the bag up.
I let him go up the block into one of the bramble fields by the creek.
The little shit clearly didn't believe I was serious until he actualy saw the traps in my hand. ::laughs::
....and yes, as soon as I let him go, I did imideatly have to say:
- "And once again, the ballance of nature has been restored."
::snort:: ::laugh:: "What does that even mean?"
::laugh:: "I don't know!"