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ladybug_archive) wrote2015-08-19 06:30 am
ladybug_archive) wrote2015-08-19 06:30 am
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Fun times.
I love nightowling. But I absolutely do not love when nightowling is spoiled by spending the time chasing stupid bleeping mice that get into the house and manage to go under the refrigerator. I love it even less when it's discovered that somehow it must have come out from under there despite our best efforts to corner it. Who knows where the bleep it is! And they never seem to go in the live/humane traps, even when we put food in and on them. We keep trying to use them nevertheless, since we're compassionate people around here, but I'm pretty skeptical that they ever work.
We first realized there was something around last week. Mom saw something streaking in the living room, but only out of the corner of her eye. Likewise, a couple of nights later, I thought I saw something in my room. But I was running on two hours of sleep, I can hallucinate, and I'd just watched something about Wonder Rat, so I was seriously hoping there wasn't really anything there and it was just the tangle of black cords at my feet and my tired mind.
Sunday night we heard what sounded like something in the piano. We couldn't find anything there and we thought it was in the wall instead. If it was, it either found its way out of there and back in here or else there's two: one in the wall and one in the house. Heaven forbid. Tonight both Mom and Dad saw it in the kitchen and the refrigerator disaster happened. And as of now, who knows where the blasted thing is.
Here I will wax completely unlike Fluttershy and instead be like Applejack, screaming about all the horrors of mice and the damage they cause and being unable to find one good thing about having them around. Whether or not they make good parents does not affect me at all, unless they're being parents in our house, in which case I would probably scream some more. I really don't know why mice exist or what purpose they serve, if they serve any purpose other than being filthy little creatures that wreck everything they get into and torture anyone who comes in contact with them who doesn't want them around. Cleaning up from mice droppings everywhere is one of the horrors we hate most around here. Maybe I'll go watch the song Bats! and let out my frustrations through Applejack's frustrations.
Honestly, I've said it before and I'll say it again: I don't know why mice are always depicted as the good guys in cartoons. It's so stupid. Mice are the bad guys! Cats are the good guys!
We first realized there was something around last week. Mom saw something streaking in the living room, but only out of the corner of her eye. Likewise, a couple of nights later, I thought I saw something in my room. But I was running on two hours of sleep, I can hallucinate, and I'd just watched something about Wonder Rat, so I was seriously hoping there wasn't really anything there and it was just the tangle of black cords at my feet and my tired mind.
Sunday night we heard what sounded like something in the piano. We couldn't find anything there and we thought it was in the wall instead. If it was, it either found its way out of there and back in here or else there's two: one in the wall and one in the house. Heaven forbid. Tonight both Mom and Dad saw it in the kitchen and the refrigerator disaster happened. And as of now, who knows where the blasted thing is.
Here I will wax completely unlike Fluttershy and instead be like Applejack, screaming about all the horrors of mice and the damage they cause and being unable to find one good thing about having them around. Whether or not they make good parents does not affect me at all, unless they're being parents in our house, in which case I would probably scream some more. I really don't know why mice exist or what purpose they serve, if they serve any purpose other than being filthy little creatures that wreck everything they get into and torture anyone who comes in contact with them who doesn't want them around. Cleaning up from mice droppings everywhere is one of the horrors we hate most around here. Maybe I'll go watch the song Bats! and let out my frustrations through Applejack's frustrations.
Honestly, I've said it before and I'll say it again: I don't know why mice are always depicted as the good guys in cartoons. It's so stupid. Mice are the bad guys! Cats are the good guys!