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So i've had a nice new adventure. Found out i'm not too fond of mice, which is good to know.
I saw a mouse a while back and decided to act fast and kill it with a trap.
I had to go out and buy some darn expensive one that doesn't risk the unnesesary bruises to my fingers.
I set up my trap, bait it with peanut butter AND cheese, and and wait like a beast stalking it's prey.
The mouse is far tempted and waddles to the trap.
He eats and leaves with a full belly.
I was not impressed.
I bolt over and rebait the trap.
I'm over exhausted and head off to bed in hopes of a gift in the morning.
Just as I'm about to dose off to sleep, i'm rudely startled by the trap snapping.
I smile with glee and dash downstairs like a child on christmas morning.
The mouse is dead. I've won the battle.
As I turn to head back to bed in triumph I feel something against my foot and hear a squeak.
I just about squealed like a school-yard girl.
I had just about stepped on another mouse.
After setting up another trap, I head off to bed.
Just as I'm dosing off again, I hear nails digging into carpet and scrapping.
I'm startled once again and turn on the lights to see what the ruckus is.
A mouse is in my room upstairs running all over like he's sending me a message of war.
Boy, was I upset.
There I am, half naked, chasing a mouse around the upstairs of my suite.
After minutes of embarrassing torture I kick the bugger downstairs to where the traps await.
I'm about to fall asleep standing upward and head to bed once again in hopes of a dead mouse.
The next morning, the traps are untouched and licked clean.
The adventure continues....
I saw a mouse a while back and decided to act fast and kill it with a trap.
I had to go out and buy some darn expensive one that doesn't risk the unnesesary bruises to my fingers.
I set up my trap, bait it with peanut butter AND cheese, and and wait like a beast stalking it's prey.
The mouse is far tempted and waddles to the trap.
He eats and leaves with a full belly.
I was not impressed.
I bolt over and rebait the trap.
I'm over exhausted and head off to bed in hopes of a gift in the morning.
Just as I'm about to dose off to sleep, i'm rudely startled by the trap snapping.
I smile with glee and dash downstairs like a child on christmas morning.
The mouse is dead. I've won the battle.
As I turn to head back to bed in triumph I feel something against my foot and hear a squeak.
I just about squealed like a school-yard girl.
I had just about stepped on another mouse.
After setting up another trap, I head off to bed.
Just as I'm dosing off again, I hear nails digging into carpet and scrapping.
I'm startled once again and turn on the lights to see what the ruckus is.
A mouse is in my room upstairs running all over like he's sending me a message of war.
Boy, was I upset.
There I am, half naked, chasing a mouse around the upstairs of my suite.
After minutes of embarrassing torture I kick the bugger downstairs to where the traps await.
I'm about to fall asleep standing upward and head to bed once again in hopes of a dead mouse.
The next morning, the traps are untouched and licked clean.
The adventure continues....