War Journal Entry number 418
I hate mice.
No, not the cute little ones squeaking quietly in their cages.
No, those are just fine.
The ones off in some field somewhere... cool, too.
No, I hate the ones squeaking in the walls.
Worse than that, they chew through the walls, into your food, and shit all over the freaking place.
Aigh!
And you will know them by the trail of their shit.
I hate feces to pieces!
gnaw, gnaw, gnaw...
scratch, scratch, scratch...
scurry, skitter, scurry...
I'm quickly losing my reservations against killing anything higher up than insects.
Seriously.
...
No, not the cute little ones squeaking quietly in their cages.
No, those are just fine.
The ones off in some field somewhere... cool, too.
No, I hate the ones squeaking in the walls.
Worse than that, they chew through the walls, into your food, and shit all over the freaking place.
Aigh!
And you will know them by the trail of their shit.
I hate feces to pieces!
gnaw, gnaw, gnaw...
scratch, scratch, scratch...
scurry, skitter, scurry...
I'm quickly losing my reservations against killing anything higher up than insects.
Seriously.
...