Why is it that vermin wait until your fearless spouse is out of town to peak their filthy, disease ridden heads out the holes of your stove burners? At 3 a.m. when you are cleaning up your baby's puke and diarrhea combo that got all over your sheets and pillow? Never mind the four glue traps and three snap traps baited and set right next to the tiny hole it is sneaking in.
I hate mice. I even let kitty in because I thought her inability to use a litterbox would be worth braving over Hantavirus. The baby felt too sick to do much but cry at me, but he was up for pulling kitty's tail. Kitty took a swipe and landed herself back outdoors.
This is war. I will win.
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