Once, my dad was watching TV around the wee hours of the morning. He noticed, every now and then, a mouse would run along the baseboards of the living room. My dad then got up, drove to the store and bought one of those sticky mouse traps.
My dad continued watching TV until he heard a panicked, desperate squealing coming from the corner.
I walked in the kitchen as my dad was hanging the mouse on the sticky mouse trap over the trash with scissors in his other hand.
"You can resuse the traps," he said.
Comments
NAME: shit
Saturday, February 21st, 2004 @ 09:51 am
i'm going to all of those p-rades today starting with iris. call me if anyones about.
mice are nice!
NAME: ian
Saturday, February 21st, 2004 @ 07:45 am
whew.
i thought that was going to be some story about how he had a heart attack or something.
