After two weeks of empty traps and easing fears, I went to the fridge to make a sandwich today and happened to glance to the side of the fridge where this ancient glue trap has caught merely bugs. Once again, I was met with a revolting surprise: Another mouse struggling grotesquely against the iron grip of the industrial strength glue.
It is currently struggling as I type this. This is an uncommonly vocal mouse.
To get to my point, I was preparing to make a sandwich for lunch. I currently have no desire to eat the sandwich because the mouse is right next to the fridge. This causes me to irrationally think that a mouse is in all of my food or, at the very least, its mouse germies are in my food.
I honestly feel like just positioning a half-dead mouse, struggling on a glue trap in front of the refrigerator, is the answer to all my dieting struggles.
This could be a blessing in disguise.
This mouse, who will later be tossed in the trash when Matt gets home, is named Jenny Craig. Thanks, Jenny!
1 comments:
Why don't you just kill it, you fucking bitch?
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