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Sunday, January 15, 2006
I may be a cretin for enjoying this, but when late night snaps occur and I know by morning I'll be disposing of a dead mouse, I get some sick happiness inside. The last three weeks, I've placed mouse traps in every corner of the apartment. Each one with a bit of peanut butter, or incredibly stinky cheese. Each one to entice these little creatures from their cubby holes, trip the trap and die quickly.
As I laid sleeping soundly, the familiar snap of the trap silently echoed through the kitchen.
"Ah ha," I whispered in the night, "tomorrow will be a good day."
posted by Hog
12:18 PM
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