Fellas, I'm in some deep trouble. I found a dead mouse in Titan's treat bag tonight. And I've spotted droppings inone other location in my home, the kitchen cabinet where I keep my pots and pans. I think this might be where they're coming in from my neighbor's house.
I HATE this. I LOATHE this! I detest this! I despise this! It's aweful! I do NOT want to deal with dead mice. I don't want to SEE dead mice. I do not want to THINK about dead mice. I don't want to put out poison 'cause then there's a risk, even a slight risk, that it'll die and stink. I HATE that smell as much as I hate the sight. And I don't want to set out traps 'cause I don't want to see or be near dead mice.
I guess a dead mouse is better than a live one. THIS, my dear friends, is why women should NEVER have to live without a man in the house to go around checking the traps three times a day to insure that I don't come across it myself.
Did I mention how unhappy I am about this yet?
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