RAGE

There are mice.

In my house.

MICE.

IN MY HOUSE.

And I know it because I saw one've those motherfuckers with my own eyes, gods help me.

Fortunately thus far I think the only place it has been is in the cabinet under the sink. But I ain't gonna let this go on, no sir.

That little pest is goin' down. Ain't NOBODY comes into my house uninvited. No bugs, no spiders, and certainly not no goddamn smelly mice.

Why am I so weird?

In this next episode of "anonmeme chat is a silly place", we have thusly: How to summon Yuuago. ( Screencap under the cut, also some brief Hetalia-related flailing )

Anyway. I've cleaned out the cupboard under the sink. Some of the paper grocery bags I had been keeping under there were shredded, presumably by the mice. Grrrr. I'm going to go out soon and buy some mousetraps. Motherfuckers are gonna learn, they can't come into my place uninvited.

The same goes for all things. Bugs, spiders, rodents, humans, you name it. If you ain't invited, you ain't coming into my house, and if you do come in, you're gonna' be made to leave. Possibly without your head, if necessary.