There are very few things in life that I absolutely cannot tolerate. It's a short, but girly list. That works for me, since I'm a short, but girly kind of a woman.
That .... THING... you see above? That would be #1 on my list of things I cannot tolerate. They give me the heebie jeebies. Yick. My skin is crawling while I type, because even the picture creeps me out.
As everyone knows, we had almost a week of rain right before Christmas. This means that the only dry land in the whole county, apparently, was under my house. This also means that I have at least one mouse. And I do not like that, Sam I am! I hear scratching/chewing at 4am. It wakes me up. I went to put fabric softener in a load of wash tonight, and seriously people, a MOUSE ran from the tub of the washer up to where there is a space between the tub and the washer housing. What, I'm now hosting a spa for vermin?
Rodent, I am hereby serving you with eviction. You have 24 hours. Pack your little rodent luggage and beat it!
If you have not removed yourself after 24 hours, when hour 25 rolls around, drastic measures WILL be taken. Run for your life, evil pest! If you don't run now, you won't be able to later. And oh, are mice like roaches in that if you see one, there are like, 4 million more in your walls and under your house? Please say no... because otherwise I might have a stroke.
