My uncle came over the other day. He left the door opened but closed the fly door. Unfortunately there was a hole near the floor and would you know it a mouse came in. Uninvited. I heard him trying to scratch out in the middle of the night. I hate mice.
Reminds me of a cheap hotel I stayed in one time. I was sleeping and I felt mice, lots of mice, clammering over me in bed like I was some kind of amusement park. I was shocked.
Next day, rat poison. That fixed them and it will fix it now.
I opened the door and told the mouse to go 'be free'. But instead the little bugger ran further into the house. The opened door was right in front of him. Well you brought it upon yourself.
I was living in fear thinking that the mouse might crawl over me. I kept the bedroom door closed at all times. It was, after all my sanctuary.
A few nights later I could hear him in the kitchen coughing. And later he was in bad shape cos he was lying in the kitchen but not dead. He would crawl and hide when he saw me. Then a day or two later I got the courage to get a broom and pan and sweep him out.
He was still alive (kinda cute little thing), I told him he had his chance to go, why didn't he take it, the door was opened. The next day he was gone. Never to be seen, but alas there are heaps more on the roof.
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