wacking day
we’ve had a mouse problem lately. they’ve been taking off with all sorts of off food we unintentionally leave for them, like bread roles, apples and potatoes. last night joel and pete bought mouse traps.
this morning i woke to pete running around with a broom chasing them. he sort of looked like this comical crazy old man chasing mice in is head. only they were real. as he was doing it, i was standing in the kitchen eating my breakfast and one ran by my feet, so i kicked him. the mouse that is. (i’m presuming it was a he). he didn’t seem phased. he was pretty seedy looking, and in size was closer to a rat than a mouse.
the final kill score was:
us = 2
mice = nil
i have my wacking stick primed and ready for a rematch tomorrow morning.