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It's story time homies, of what happened at 1AM this very Wednesday.

There's been a mouse in the casa none of the cats have been able to catch today and I was like "no way am I going to listen to this chase all night". So I put on my murderin' boots (metaphorical) and set camp where the mouse was under the cat's watchful eyes. Doozi soon joined in for lulz and an epic 25 minute mouse chase happens until like, it happens. D:

I meant to take it out with one clean stomp of my black Chucks, but I missed beat and crippled it's back legs. I'm afraid to remove my foot and it's helplessly clawing at the rubber toe, it's black beady eyes are full of fear and resignation at the same time. What do I do? Break it's neck? Stomp it more? Leave it? At loss of what to do all I can do is laugh and feel like a total monster. I did what needed to be done, I really did. I did the inevitable in a way that won't be waking me up at five in the morning. With it's legs out like that kid on Degrassi who's now a famous rapper with a few Sprite commercials under his belt, Doozi bravely takes it outside still alive and kicking for the most part. But I know it's not going to be long before something eats it.

And that's how I ended up spraying the bottom of my shoe with Lysol at one in the morning. Gotta kill all those mouse germs.

Lysol slogan.

Hunting knife. Cut the throat. Suck its blood. That's the way to go.

You can't always double tap when you find yourself in the situation. Who could know how miserable it really was? I got it's legs but it's hard to say if they'd never work again, I've seen many mice slowly hobble off after serious injuries and return a few days later ready for another beating.

Maybe I'm just in the rationalizing phase.

@Cakes: But I didn't even 1/10 kill it. D: Clean kills are easier said than done.

@Prince: Nononono, you make a mouse blood enema. emotion_awesome Or maybe I'm thinking of seagulls and ocean water, can't remember.