SweetCherry
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- Dec 20, 2000
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So, I've had this mouse plaguing me for the past month. It's smarter than it should be and has escaped the cat, 2 dogs and the traps thus far. I have had it. So I put out more AND set some poison out in places that the kids and the pets can't get to. I figured that would take care of it. I'd rather not have the repeat performance of me racing outside at an ungodly hour clad in nothing more than my panties and takn top.
Anyhow, this morning, I'm on the phone with Draco, standing in the doorway by my kitchen. Then I hear it. A snap and a squeek. This encourages me to do the obvious. I scream. Right into the phone. Right into Draco's ear. (I'm sorry, luv.) I then race out of the room and climb onto the sofa while the children come down to see what that noise was.
I huddled and babbled near hysterical and managed to get calmed down. I talked for a little while more, and then hung up the phone. I proceded to get my daughter ready for school. Then I hear it again. That bloody squeeking. It wasn't dead. By this time, it's about 730 and I knew I couldn't listen to that all day. On the other hand, I'm not about to touch or even LOOK at the damn thing. So I do the obvious thing. I call the ex.
he: "Whatdayawant?"
me "Can you come over?"
he "Huh? Why?"
me "That fucking THING is in the trap and squeeking and I want it gone"
he: "So get rid of it."
me "And what are you on this morning? Me touch that THING? Fuck that! Come get rid of it. Please? I won't let you go back to sleep til you do."
he "OK OK I'm coming."
me "Just hurry."
So he hops his way on over in a zombie-like state since I'd woke him up. In the mean time, that THING has escaped from the trap. So I now have a mouse loose in my house who's pissed off at me for trying to kill it. I just know it's going to come gnaw on my jugular as I sleep. I think I'll stock up on coffee cuz I won't be sleeping for a LONG time.
Anyhow, this morning, I'm on the phone with Draco, standing in the doorway by my kitchen. Then I hear it. A snap and a squeek. This encourages me to do the obvious. I scream. Right into the phone. Right into Draco's ear. (I'm sorry, luv.) I then race out of the room and climb onto the sofa while the children come down to see what that noise was.
I huddled and babbled near hysterical and managed to get calmed down. I talked for a little while more, and then hung up the phone. I proceded to get my daughter ready for school. Then I hear it again. That bloody squeeking. It wasn't dead. By this time, it's about 730 and I knew I couldn't listen to that all day. On the other hand, I'm not about to touch or even LOOK at the damn thing. So I do the obvious thing. I call the ex.
he: "Whatdayawant?"
me "Can you come over?"
he "Huh? Why?"
me "That fucking THING is in the trap and squeeking and I want it gone"
he: "So get rid of it."
me "And what are you on this morning? Me touch that THING? Fuck that! Come get rid of it. Please? I won't let you go back to sleep til you do."
he "OK OK I'm coming."
me "Just hurry."
So he hops his way on over in a zombie-like state since I'd woke him up. In the mean time, that THING has escaped from the trap. So I now have a mouse loose in my house who's pissed off at me for trying to kill it. I just know it's going to come gnaw on my jugular as I sleep. I think I'll stock up on coffee cuz I won't be sleeping for a LONG time.