it was a mouse. it had to be a mouse.
the droppings have been found.
the likely point of entry has been identified.
there were visions of ghoulish monsters swimming blindly in a bowl of soapy water.
now i'm replacing said visions with those of a cute, perky rodent, splashing around like an furry moron.
the hardware store is about to make some money.
the bottle of tylenol pm in the fridge is about to expire... might as well make a dent in it tonight.
i'll have druggy dreams of a blind monster battling a witless mouse. they'll build forts of steel wool and have a shootout with caulking guns.
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I hope Lizzie was helping out with the battling of the mouse. She is really good at it and will present the mouse to you as a gift.
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