This morning there was one acorn in my boot. Not 50 acorns. Not 1000 acorns. Just one.
Just one!?! Those bastards! The mice are fucking with me! I’m being gaslit by Mus musculus and it’s going to give me a heart attack.
In the next few posts I will explain everything.
Not “mice”, dammit! SQUIRRELS!
They’re reminding you of what will happen if you don’t get back to Mary and Terry…
I’ve got at least one mouse in the house (hope it’s a mouse and not a rat) and I’ve set traps, but NO(!) that fucker has so far dodged death.
I will get that mouse if it’s the last thing I do. I can hear it scritching in the late night hours and pisses me off.
I have cats too. Useless damn things.
I hope it’s revenge for not finishing the lesbian squirrels. Even my goldfish is pissed at you about that….
Karmic retribution and an angry goldfish? Damn, I’d better get on it! Hopefully there will be a break in my schedule after Christmas.