Ding, dong, the Mouse is DEAD! Which old mouse? The bedroom mouse!

[grannylib]

Got the little bastard!
When I got up this morning, Layla Babycat was pacing in front of an old steamer trunk in the living room, so we figured Mousie was behind it, and sure enough...
So we barricaded the hallway with a piece of cardboard duct taped in place, to keep it from getting back into the bedrooms. Hubby stood at the ready with his trusty tennis racquet. I took a yardstick to shoo it out in his direction...
Whiz! Bang! MISSED! Shit!
Into the coat closet it went.
Took cardboard barricade and taped it in front of the closet door, then hubby managed to pin the little fucker down with the tennis racquet, and then I beat the living shit out of it with my workboot.

It was VERY satisfying, particularly since I was pretending it was my lying, two-faced, back-stabbing, vindictive, piece-of-shit boss the whole time.

YAY!

[Bunny]

1. Well, I prefer D-Con myself, but...

:thumbsup:

[grannylib]

2. Oh, I tried that! And the cat, and traps, and more traps, and more D-Con..

but after two sleepless nights when the thing kept running across my pillow while I was using it, I had no patience left!

Wish there were a D-Con for the boss...but that would be WRONG.