Yes, I've been reduced to having conversations about mice. Certainly there are worse things I could be reduced to discussing but since I seem to be on a killing spree this seems appropriate. Does that nursery rhyme start "Three Dead Mice, see how they run..."
Not very far.
Today I peeked into the utility room and yes there is an abundance of death. Which makes me wonder how this happened and having the imagination I do this is what I pictured.
Mouse 1: Hey Joey, it's your turn to get the take out. Go on, go, but make it snappy. No pun intended
Mouse 2: Yah ok, I'm going
Twenty minutes later:
Mouse 1 to Mouse 3: What the heck is taking Joey so long. I betcha he's eating all the takeout without us. *sigh* I'll go check on him. Gimme a couple minutes.
Mouse 1 peaks into the utility room. "Awww man, Joey I was only kidding with the snappy remark, you went and got yourself killed. Now what.... ooohhh what's that.... peanut butter, mmmm <SNAP>
Mouse 3: Jeez those guys are always having fun without me. Sneaks into the utility room. Da da da da... ohhhh they don't look so... hey is that peanut butter I smell? <SNAP>
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