MICE

[yuuago]

UGHUGHUGHUGH

There are mice.

Mice.

LIVING IN MY STOVE. UGHHHHHHHH

Eew eew eew eew mice in my kitchen! Mice in my stove! Under the sink was bad enough, but EEW EEW EEW

I'd heard some weird noises from the stove a few days ago, but since everything in this house makes weird noises I thought it was just part of it settling, or something. No. Mice. Or at least, a mouse.

And today I saw it. Going into the stove. In the space below the burner.

AUUUUUUGH

Where the fuck is my shotgun. I mean. I know that's overkill. And I wouldn't be able to use it. But fuck, I'd feel better with my goddamn fuckin' shotgun.

Tomorrow I'm gonna fuckin' head down and load up on stuff to get rid of this fucker, yes I will.

UGH. MICE.

Comments

[yuuago]

I DON'T KNOW IF I CAN HANDRE IT

Hmm. Streets or mice. Streets or mice. Well, the weather is getting better....

[confictionery.livejournal.com]

It's okay. I'll go get us some cough-ee while you contemplate.

[yuuago]

EXCELLENT.

I think after this shock I'll definitely need some cough-ee. Or some vodka. Ughhhhh,

[confictionery.livejournal.com]

I can imagine. We had mice at one point, I swear one fell onto my head when I opened the pantry door.


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