I just stood in the middle of my kitchen screaming like a lunatic!!
Last night I was in bed and I heard the little fucker chewing on something. It’s gotten to the point that even when I walk into the kitchen he doesn’t stop now…just like he’s home sitting at the dinner table eating something he made.
I moved a couple of packages of ramen and out he comes…jumping off a shelf as tall as I am down to the counter and to the floor then high tailing it under the fridge. Of course the whole time I was screaming which sent Sache running into the room…she almost got him this time. I’m not afraid of the little fucker believe me I had rats as pets when I was a kid 5 times bigger than this little fucking thing when I was a kid. It’s just the fact that it moves so fast and it almost landed on me which would have made for one dead mouse.
I thought at least moving the ramen from that shelf would have at least gotten him off of my counter top…nope. Went in to make a hot dog tonight he was up on the same shelf and ran out. I was washing my hand and he jumped off the shelf again ran under the microware and off the counter and under the stove.
I stood screaming in my kitchen “This is my house! I don’t see any rent coming from your mouse ass! Get the fuck out!!!” and here all along I thought I would never scream those words again…..well except for the “mouse” part.
He’s getting bold. I fully expect to see a “Mighty Mouse” moving truck parked by my stove tomorrow morning and his little mouse buddies drinking itty bitty beer and moving in a mini plasma TV and a Lazy boy sectional with recliners on both ends.
He’s a bold little guy and I admit that…but he’s got a war on his hands now that little fucker.
I moved a couple of packages of ramen and out he comes…jumping off a shelf as tall as I am down to the counter and to the floor then high tailing it under the fridge. Of course the whole time I was screaming which sent Sache running into the room…she almost got him this time. I’m not afraid of the little fucker believe me I had rats as pets when I was a kid 5 times bigger than this little fucking thing when I was a kid. It’s just the fact that it moves so fast and it almost landed on me which would have made for one dead mouse.
I thought at least moving the ramen from that shelf would have at least gotten him off of my counter top…nope. Went in to make a hot dog tonight he was up on the same shelf and ran out. I was washing my hand and he jumped off the shelf again ran under the microware and off the counter and under the stove.
I stood screaming in my kitchen “This is my house! I don’t see any rent coming from your mouse ass! Get the fuck out!!!” and here all along I thought I would never scream those words again…..well except for the “mouse” part.
He’s getting bold. I fully expect to see a “Mighty Mouse” moving truck parked by my stove tomorrow morning and his little mouse buddies drinking itty bitty beer and moving in a mini plasma TV and a Lazy boy sectional with recliners on both ends.
He’s a bold little guy and I admit that…but he’s got a war on his hands now that little fucker.
posted by iamfallingfromgrace at 1:07 AM
3 Comments:
india.. please, please go to home depot...please!
Maybe Brownie & my mouse would both move out if they found a little mouse pad together. I'll have a talk with my "little fucker" the next time he scurries across my bare feet!
yeah black and decker sucks...the only fucking person in this house that can hear the pest repellers is me...is b/d trying to tell me something?
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