Henry
So it was an exciting thursday night at the King's house. I was just about to go to sleep when I heard my sister yell: MATTY!!! I was terrified as I thought something had happened to matt, he wasn't home. So I came running upstairs to find Ash on the computer chair freaking out. We had a little visitor in our upstairs living room. I guess a little brown furry mouse had run behind our bookcase. YUCK! I find those things absolutely disgusting. So me and Natsumi ganged up and planned on killing it with something heavy or the broom. We blocked off both ends of the bookshelf to find that he had escaped. So at this moment this mouse is having a field day either in our vents or somewhere on the upper level of our house. We have 2 traps set, and hope to catch him soon.I named him Henry.
posted by Steph @ 11:37 AM
4 Comments:
:( Don't kill him! Poor little mouse... how bout you catch him and give him to me as a pet?
I really like little mices.
Henry Eh! Thats awesome! How fun! A little excitement is always fun! Yes, a pet would be suitable for henry. But I guess he may like the cheese on the traps better. Well Enjoy your time with Henry!! Loves
Mice should die. If they have become dissatisfied with the outdoors, and they decide they would like to live indoors, then they will have to play by the indoors rules. These include, in no particular order: 1) no hanta virus allowed, 2) no vermin, 3) no scittering rodents, 4) no mouse droppings, 5) no mice.
That about seals their fate. I believe in killing as quickly as possible, and I certainly feel bad after the mouse is dead -- they are creatures, after all. Nevertheless, I feel worse when a mouse is inside the house. And I can get over seeing the mouse dead, so long as he/she's dead. They spread disease, they create messes and disruptions (one nawed his way through our kitchen floor once), they reproduce far too eagerly and prolifically, and they can make existence a stressful and hellish time for all.
Enjoy your final days, Henry: we lent Mom and Dad our live trap -- you won't last much longer, I think. Or, if you really want to live, find that hole you crawled through in the first place, and get back out as quick as your little legs can take you.
oh
poor Henry
:( *tear*
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