I have a problem. And I'm resisting being lame and weird and calling my mom.
I have a mouse. Not intentionally. It was here when I moved in. My mom immediately mentioned a trap. I got my huge "but its a cute cuddly RODENT" eyes on, and she relented that we'd try to catch it and feed it appropriate, mousy food NOT tangerines, uncooked grits and/or
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