...those Lil' Fuckers!....

I have mice in my apartment...and I am NOT happy about it.

.  I was fine...until the little fuckers went in my bedroom....Oh and now...there are TWO...one is dying in my bedroom I think cause it sounded like slow screeching or whining.   That other fucker in my living room is alive and well lol.  Had to sleep at my best friend's last night.

But this is one of those classic "Is this shit really happening to me?" kind of Earl moments lol... I'm on the phone with my LANDLORD asking him about the glue traps that the Lil Fucker in my living room is expertingly avoiding, and I notice the mouse has stopped scurrying around my baseboards and is just crouched behind a bookcase directly in front of me...waiting. Staring at me.  I go towards the right...he moves to the left.  I move to the left and that fucker moves to the right! 

Now as much as I would have LOVED to play with Mickey all night I had to leave.  Got a double slice from Dinico's but I only ate one piece (yay me).  I plotted while eating to go home get my laptop and keys and stuff and baracade myself in my room (my bedroom door has a large gab at the bottom). So, I went home running around getting stuff and cutting off the lights.  Apparently that is key my mom said.  So, then the Lil Fucker won't see the trap before he runs into it. So, everything is going fine, I have my shit and I'm my bathroom right.  Then I hear the screechy dying one...IN MY BEDROOM!!!. 

I grabbed some drawls, my laptop, coat and purse and HIGHTAILED it out of there lol.  I had already warned my mother I might be coming down but she is 45 minutes from me, then getting up for work would be a nightmare.  Luckily, Del was at home and only 20 minutes away!  It was my first time there, I just wish we could celebrated it a little more by dong something besides a late night escape from Animal Kingdom lol.  Dudes I pay SINGLE OCCUPANCY rent and I will not cohabitate with the Lil Fuckers! Am not sleeping there till my landlord who is checking the traps daily CATCHES those Lil Fuckers.  Sorry for the unnatural abundance of vulgarity but dudes...I DO NOT DO ANIMALS IN MY HOME! 

The Penthouse (a.k.a my apartment) is my sanctuary.  Sometimes, I just come home and sit on my couch in the dark with nothin on because that's peaceful to me lol.  I love my kitchen and my rooms are large and yet cozy.  Having things skittering around while I'm trying to relax....is not relaxing lol.  Okay...am done talking about The Lil Fuckers....

Phreaked Out!

Earl