Two hours ago, I saw a mouse peep its cute little head around the corner of one of my bookshelves, then it scurried away into the toilet room. I shut the door, but havent been able to sleep for worrying that one of my children will awaken during the night to use the toilet and let it out. So now, Im sittin up here, sleepy as sleepy can be, constructing a big sign to tape on the toilet room door warning them of the mouse inside so I can cease my vigil. Tomorrow, Mickey will either be freed from his prison, or he will die. I havent learned yet how to humanely catch a mouse, but these size nines sure know how to stomp. Poor Mickey, you gon die, you gon die, you gon die. Hey Mickey! Hey, hey, hey Mickey!
Posted on: Wed, 17 Sep 2014 05:58:27 +0000
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