Me:1 Mouse: 3 Its been a long weekend so I have to confess my knowledge of when the trap went missing is a bit fuzzy. I know it was set beside the stove, and then its was gone. My Brian started swirling with the possibilities of success. I thought to myself, maybe this Herculean mouse got caught, move the trap in the ruckus and perhaps he was laying vanquished underneath the stove. Not so much. The little punk face must have pushed it to one side so he could continue grazing in the lavish land of Clark scrapsville. Evidence was found of his frolicking. Little nuggets of mouse joy left in true defiance of those whom are suppose to have the power in this domain. Fast forward to this evening. Me: 2 Mouse: 3 One misstep, thats all it takes. It was revealed that he wasnt a rodent Hercules or even a super hero mouse from the planet krypton. He seemed to be more of a 007 bond kind of mouse where his prettiness outwayed his predecessors. His slick demeanour and need for danger had in fact just caught up with him. His mistake is my gain. Not too sure that my awesomeness ever came in to play, but rather MI6 just couldnt keep him from taking one risk too many. To all cute British secret agent mice still in the building (if any) beware Im coming for you, or rather waiting or you to fail.
Posted on: Mon, 08 Dec 2014 04:15:15 +0000
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