RAGE

[yuuago]

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.

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[yuuago]

Yeah. See, the space under the sink is also my pantry. I got suspicious when I found holes in my sugar bag.

Tomorrow morning I'm going to make sure the place is as clean as possible, and set out traps of some sort. I don't care about lives; there'll always be more mice, and besides, those fuckers are nasty.

I'd love to get a cat, but unfortunately this apartment complex doesn't allow it. Sigh.

I knew this place was sketchy, and I'd suspected that there were mice in the basement, but seeing them in my own home is a different thing entirely. (Can you tell I've never had to deal with this?)

[mumumugen.livejournal.com]

I never had to deal with them either until one day, they ate my dinner.

They took my food.
They violated the sanctity of my meal.
They burned my village.
THEY WOULD PAY.