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oo okay.. yea i think i would be disguested by a mouse problem too.

My room doesn't change too often.

I have too much furniture in the small room for it to fit any other way.

Last monday:

Two girls: AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Me: What?
1: M-m-m-mouse.
2: It ran right close to your feet a few seconds ago.
Me: scream Where'd it go?
2: *points*
Me: *goes to where she is pointing*
2: Under the freezer.
Me: *moves freezer*
Mouse: HOSHIT! *goes back under freezer*
Me: scream *moves freezer further*
Mouse: HOSHIT HOSHIT HOSHIT!
Me: twisted
Mouse: *puppy eyes me*
Me: NO! YOU DIE NOW! *steps on*
1: DON'T STEP ON IT!
Mouse: *twitchy*
Me: DAMMIT! *steps on again*
1: ZOMG YOU STEPPED ON IT!
Mouse: *...*
Me: ... damn it, now I have to go get the dust pan!
1: crying You killed it!
Me: What else was I supposed to do? o.O
1: I would've put a cup over it or something.

No she wouldn't. She was too scared to go near it. Second, mice aren't weak dummies, he'd have gotten out of the cup no problem

I triple bagged him and threw him in the garbage pile.

HAHAHA
I moved to Victoria for a couple months in summer.
As I was pounding on my papers, I kept hearing rustling and thought it was just me from staying up late.

On a weekend when I was back in Vancouver, my roommates there was like DON"T COME BACK!

I was like "what!? what you mean"
She's like... "I found... a mouse in our house! It was eating the goldfish crackers in the kitchen!!!!! A baby mouse, which means there's probably a family of them nearby!!!"

Needless to say, that was... rather disconcerting since I slept on the ground that whole time.

yea well there is no point in eating when u dont feel like it at that time..

Yes they will!

You want the story? Here!

Many years ago I was walking my dog in the dark while it was raining. He stopped and sniffed at something. Refusing to budge, I figured he found something interesting (cuz he was snorting and shaking his head too) and knelt down for a closer look - since it was dark and raining and impossible to see anything. Well, I put my hand onto the grass and felt pain. Lifting my hand to the streetlight, I could see a mouse dangling from my pinky. I put my hand back onto the grass hoping he would release his grip and run away. Nope. So I lifted my hand again and flicked it really hard. Well, the mouse was back on the ground, and my dog was back to sniffing it mad . So I did what I thought was best - I stepped on it. MY DOG CONTINUED TO SNIFF AT IT (I think he like it better dead cuz it wasn't defending itself anymore)

Eventually I went back inside and saw that my pinky was bleeding. When I showed my mom and told her what happened she freaked and made my brother's friend put the dead mouse in a container (so that IT could be tested for nasties instead of me getting a bazillion injections) and we took it to the hospital. Five hours later I got a room. Everyone who passed by looked at the container - not us. Wow, does word move fast in a hospital! The doctor had to call up specialists to find out what mice carry. Then he took the mouse into a different room to look at it (lol).

With my pinky in iodine, he explained that it looked like a domestic mouse. Even if it was wild it probably didn't carry anything bad unless it was visiting the city from a rural area, so keep an eye on my finger.

I told them to keep the mouse as a mascot and left. ><

Didn't need stitches or anything.

And that's how my mouse-stepping-on-ritual began. 3nodding

and..do...the other employees tolerate them and know about them? o.o...and...maybe you killed one of their babies surprised ...and...eating flour? o.o...and...mice in a restaurant isn't a good thing...when a health inspector comes...dundundun...mice in restaurant means the restaurant is dirty dirty gonk

what kind of shoes do you wear? cleets? XD