there is a mouse who lives in my home. i refuse to rhyme that last part. He/she is a nasty little piece of shit on legs who choses very carefully when the time is right for shock value and in some capacity, revenge. I can deal with cockroaches, ants, wild birds, older brothers who continually shit me to tears, but this, this is far to autonomous for my comfort. like certain people who move about much too quickly and i only wish there was a frypan large enough to smash over their heads and put them in their place. It makes me uncomfortable to the level of unsafe. Rodents, like moronic humans usually have more where they came from. I'm not equipt for the ways of the mouse trap, however i do believe i have the chest kick down to a fine art. It's not "raid" and to be fair, it'd be illegal to sell it for human consumption but having someone who is concerned enough to agree with you and say "what the fuck? thats not fuckin on... what a c***" is far sweeter, and results in zero jail time. win-win.
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