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This is my adopted goth fetus named "Cringe". Hooray fetus!
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| 02.18.06 (11:55 pm) [edit] |
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So, I'm sitting here at my kitchen table, going through the news of the day, when I notice my cat prowling one corner of the house by the cupboards. So, I moved her food and water out of the way so I could see. The old linolium has rolled up under the edge of the cupboard and there is ample place for something to hide in there.
Anyhow, I'm watching my cat. She never does this unless there is a bug or something that she's chasing. So, I get down to her level...sweep the broom under there as best I can, grab a can of OFF ('cause I'm outa Raid), and watch.
There I was, lying flat on my belly in the middle of the kitchen at 1:00 am, when I hear a very faint squeaking noise. "Oh crap", I thought. "It's a mouse."
So I ran the broom over again a little more thoroughly, watching for anything that might scurry. Nothing.
The fact that that stupid linolium is blocking my view drives me crazy, so I grab an exacto-knife and start hacking away at it.
After careful inspection of all fluffies that I come across, I decide the critter has moved on. I empty my cupboards in search of any evidence of mice, but find nothing.
Finally I stand, resigned to failure for tonight and resolving to find the rodent in the morning. But first, a peanut butter and banana sandwich!!
So I'm standing there with a peanut butter laden knife in my hand and waiting patiently for my toast to pop, when I hear that squeaking again. Right in front of me.
I look down only to see my coffee carafe sitting on the counter. I picked it up and shook it a tiny bit, and what did it do?
It squeaked like a mouse.
I opened it up and emptied the luke-warm contents into the sink and waited. Miraculously, there was no more noise.
Gee...wish I'd discovered that BEFORE I tore up my kitchen floor.
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