There is a mouse in my house. I hate mice and quite frankly I'm afraid of them. I know it doesn't make sense because I am a hundred times bigger than them and I haven't heard of any human being attacked by a mouse. Maybe it's because they're quiet and can sneak up on you or maybe it's their tail. What if mice had bushy tails? Would I then think they were cute? If a bunny snuck into my house I would think it was cute. But not a mouse. My children learned from a young age that when there was a mouse involved they were on their own. It was every man for themselves and mama was a mile away and on high ground! I would possibly be willing to coexist with these unpleasant creatures if they would agree to stay out of sight and be housebroken. The fact that they leave a trail of pee and poop wherever they go is just bad mouse parenting in my opinion. If mice would just go outside to do their business, I would be willing to ignore their existence and have a truce. But, sadly, this is not the case so I have called in the heat (Don and Maggie) to hopefully solve the mouse problem. RIP rodent!
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