Here we go.......
I went in the house to do my Spanish Homework. Which was a responsible thing to do. Unfortunately the internet wasn't working. I tried my technical magic on the flashy light thingie (ie: unplugging it and seeing if that fixed it) but it didn't work.
Since I couldn't do my homework I decided to fix the closet pole in my bedroom. My little closet was fitted by the previous owners with one of those cool closet organizer systems. I hate it. I don't have room for clothes. Not enough anyhow and the pole regularly falls down and dumps everything. So while we were at Lowes I bought a new pole holer thing. For anyone else, this may have been fine. But not me.
I am a very intelligent person. I am skilled at many things. I am not, however, particularly handy around the house. I use a hot glue gun for most of my fix-it projects. And I ignore a lot of things that are wrong. I can't figure out the thermostat and I am pretty sure that if my life depended on re-programming the sprinkler system I would be seeing Jesus face to face pretty quick. But this time I had a clear idea of what needed to be done and how to do it. So I got out my electric drill (oooooo-aaaahhhhh) and proceeded to not only fail to screw
the dang thing in but also to dump the entire contents of the shelf on my face. This included many heavy items as well as several framed pictures with glass that broke on my bedroom floor. Something hit me in the head causing this horrible injury which even included real blood. (oooooo-aaaahhhhh)So, I just up and walked away from that before I said bad words.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, a war has been brewing.
On one side we have 6 cats.
On the other..... Mus musculus......... Latin for the common house mouse.
Ah, but this mouse is hardly common... nay, this is an un-common mouse.
A mouse that I cannot help but admire for his bravado...... No mere common mouse would have the chutzpah to live in a house full of cats. This is a Mighty Mouse................ and oh, how the Mighty has now fallen.......
Because, though I admired this foe, I also was disgusted by his leavings. And so my brave sister bought some mouse traps and learned how to set them and placed the trap under the sink where mousie had turned into his own personal latrine. SNAP! It didn't take long. Brave he may have been but smart... not so much...
My daughter declared that we are as bad as Shamu for taking the life of this vermin....
And so, after carefully documenting the scene for your viewing pleasure, it fell upon me to dispose of the carcass. And so I did.
Adieu brave Mighty Mouse.... RIP
PS: a day later and no new rodent death. Can it be that there was truly only one of the little boogers? Stay Tuned!
2 comments:
So you managed to poke a whole in your head and kill a little mouse. What's next ...
Just kidding ... I'm sure we have mice but not under the sink. With my woods they are probably in my attic having a tea party.
Just so you know....I found his friend dead under the maroon chair a few weeks ago......I didn't want anyone to freak out at the time and thought it was a lone mouse.:(.
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