HappyScrappy
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Okay, from the thread titile, you would think I was gonna talk about using my small penis to my favor when banging mice.
But you are wrong.
Instead I'm bitching and moaning about how my apartment has mice. Which I personally don't give a shit about. Like, I've never been sitting on the couch and though, "holy shit, there is a mouse somewhere in this house, I'm fucked - time to freak out!"
But my woman on the other hand FREAKS at the idea of a mouse.
So last night, I get waken up (woken?) like 8 billion times because she hears mice. They are in the ceiling, they are in the walls, they are under the floors, all over. They make noise at night because they sleep all day.
I on the other hand, sleep at night. Or would if the bitch would let me sleep.
So I have to get up and take my entire fucking kitchen apart to try to find a fucking mouse in there banging on shit.
But of course with me making lots of noise, he was like, "oh fuck, better keep down" - so I'd have to act like I was not really there, then he'd bang on some metal shit, and then I'd try to triangulate where in the room he was.
Turns out I had to fucking tear off the bottom of my stove and there he was underneath there - his little head popped out and he gave me a look of "ahhh shit" and then bolted. I yelled out "ohhh, you little dick, you are the reason I can't sleep at night fucker" and then started banging at him with the metal oven part I was holding.
Anyway, I setup a snap trap in there and close the stove all back up, and I then hear him bitching and moaning and I'm like, fuck, did he get partially snapped?
so I tear open the fucking oven again and there is the little fucker - on a fucking sticky trap - that I didn't put there. It was left over from... who the fuck knows when. There was another mouse on there, already dead.
And he was stuck next to it and freaking out - squeaking and likely saying "ahhhhh FUUUUCK - HEY dudes! come on - give me a hand here! little help! come on - anyone!?"
I didn't know what to do - I felt bad, he was probably going over to the dead mouse and like "hey dude, you okay? hey, dude? any food here? oh fuck, sticky shit..."
I didn't have the heart to just crush him, so now the fucker has to suffocate or starve on there. I just hope he does it quietly so my bitch will shut up.
We have killed 14 mice in the time that we have lived there.
I don't particularly want to live with mice, but it isn't like we have a bear problem, or badgers - just little mice. But my woman apparently thinks that having mice in the house is akin to having a large man breaking through the front door when it comes to me having to wake up and take care of it.
Also, I'm pretty sure women have no fucking clue how the hell a house is built.
Walls aren't infinitely thick slabs of mass that are plopped down and the house isn't like an air-tight vessel charging its way throughout time - it is a fucking open thing that is made of small parts that go together to make a "house" shape. walls have empty space and mice can get in there and we can't.
ugh.
I'm so incredibly fucking tired.
I swear to god, if she wakes me up tonight, I'm just gonna freak.
But you are wrong.
Instead I'm bitching and moaning about how my apartment has mice. Which I personally don't give a shit about. Like, I've never been sitting on the couch and though, "holy shit, there is a mouse somewhere in this house, I'm fucked - time to freak out!"
But my woman on the other hand FREAKS at the idea of a mouse.
So last night, I get waken up (woken?) like 8 billion times because she hears mice. They are in the ceiling, they are in the walls, they are under the floors, all over. They make noise at night because they sleep all day.
I on the other hand, sleep at night. Or would if the bitch would let me sleep.
So I have to get up and take my entire fucking kitchen apart to try to find a fucking mouse in there banging on shit.
But of course with me making lots of noise, he was like, "oh fuck, better keep down" - so I'd have to act like I was not really there, then he'd bang on some metal shit, and then I'd try to triangulate where in the room he was.
Turns out I had to fucking tear off the bottom of my stove and there he was underneath there - his little head popped out and he gave me a look of "ahhh shit" and then bolted. I yelled out "ohhh, you little dick, you are the reason I can't sleep at night fucker" and then started banging at him with the metal oven part I was holding.
Anyway, I setup a snap trap in there and close the stove all back up, and I then hear him bitching and moaning and I'm like, fuck, did he get partially snapped?
so I tear open the fucking oven again and there is the little fucker - on a fucking sticky trap - that I didn't put there. It was left over from... who the fuck knows when. There was another mouse on there, already dead.
And he was stuck next to it and freaking out - squeaking and likely saying "ahhhhh FUUUUCK - HEY dudes! come on - give me a hand here! little help! come on - anyone!?"
I didn't know what to do - I felt bad, he was probably going over to the dead mouse and like "hey dude, you okay? hey, dude? any food here? oh fuck, sticky shit..."
I didn't have the heart to just crush him, so now the fucker has to suffocate or starve on there. I just hope he does it quietly so my bitch will shut up.
We have killed 14 mice in the time that we have lived there.
I don't particularly want to live with mice, but it isn't like we have a bear problem, or badgers - just little mice. But my woman apparently thinks that having mice in the house is akin to having a large man breaking through the front door when it comes to me having to wake up and take care of it.
Also, I'm pretty sure women have no fucking clue how the hell a house is built.
Walls aren't infinitely thick slabs of mass that are plopped down and the house isn't like an air-tight vessel charging its way throughout time - it is a fucking open thing that is made of small parts that go together to make a "house" shape. walls have empty space and mice can get in there and we can't.
ugh.
I'm so incredibly fucking tired.
I swear to god, if she wakes me up tonight, I'm just gonna freak.

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