We all know that things come in threes but this is beyond all reason. Someone sent me one of those chain email things where you have to send it to x to the power of 10 other people or horrible things will happen. This one was about
flowerless rose stems with lots of thorns.
I didn't even get to finish reading it, let alone sending it along (which I never do), when I got bit by a mouse. Yep, that's right. You didn't read wrong. I got bit by a mouse. It came under my computer desk and must have thought my toe was food. Dãmned thing hurt like hell and bled all over. Those bãstards have sharp teeth. This is an
open declaration of war.
Now, I live out in the middle of nowhere, not as much as MK though, and mice are a fact of life. Every so often, the feral cat situation gets out of hand and someone in the area kills them off, and I haven't seen any for a while. I didn't even know there was a mouse in the house.
So, I have to call the dr. I'm putting sticky traps all over the place. I don't know how long I have before I have to consider rabies shots. Say a prayer that I trap the thing. I hope this is the end for a long, long while. I also hope I get to torture it on the sticky trap before I have to take it in. I think I will spend the day making a mouse-sized iron maiden. Perhaps the rack or the cat-o-nine-tails. That little bãstard doesn't know just who in the hëll he's messing with. There are some fire ants I can refer him to but they're all dead.
A good friend will bail you out of jail...
but a true friend will be sitting
next to you saying,
"Dâmn... that was fun!".