“I think the mouse is in the closet…”
“We have a gay mouse?”
“Well, most of my friends think you’re gay, so…”
It was at that point that i smacked Matt (aka Ethlin) with a flip-flop i was wielding against our new rodent f
riend. I think Amy (aka Zooey) was standing on the couch at that point, although i had offered her my stool. That was about the extent of the action, except for when i moved all of our stuff into the middle of the room to make sure the mouse wasn’t hiding behind anything.
[…] Indeed, it was a rat. A rat that had grown so large that even seeing it full on i was tempted to believe it was a mutated house cat. Let me put that into perspective for you: big enough that it cannot be obscured by a single car tire; too menacing to beat to death with a flip-flop; large enough that it immediately evoked a fire-swamp joke after i was done screaming like a little girl at the top of my lungs at one thirty in the morning in the middle of a deserted West Philadelphia street. […]
[…] up last night, having to do with a mouse. I seem to have a mouse, you see. As we’ve been over previously, i am not especially fond of rodents when they’re running rampantly around my apartment. Yes, […]