I am alone at home. My father is on holiday in the West Coast. I love having a few days of independence so I thought this was a good thing - until...
Last night I was watching a movie in the lounge, feeling self-satisfied, but then I saw a flash of brown run across the kitchen floor! UGH! I knew there was a mouse around the house because Dad's been leaving a trap out for it for ages, but I made him put the trap away when he went on holiday because I don't want to dispose of any dead bodies! But last night the mouse was literally running all over the kitchen, for about half an hour straight while I watched a movie in the lounge! I finally freaked out entirely and went to bed at 7:30pm. I HATE MICE.
Photo: two of my nephews, Sam and Alex. We have them around on Wednesdays after school every week. Here they are playing our keyboard.
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Ah, mice. I love when they pop out of seemingly no where. You wouldn't think something that small could seriously freak you out, but that's true enough. The bonus is that in my house, we have six cats that do nothing about the mice that do come out. Go figure.
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