I feel like the farmer's wife.
Wait, not really.
I didn't cut off their tails with a carving knife and there was only one.......
......but what a formidable enemy it was!
I've been hunting down this sucker for a while now. I think it's mama was the one I was chasing down with a knife at 3:30 in the morning last winter. The same one my then recently de-balled dog failed to catch due to the lingering anesthetic he had been under the day before.
I've heard it IN MY COUCH WHILE I WAS LAYING DOWN ON IT!!! I've heard it scrabbling in the walls. I've seen it out of the corner of my eye running to safety.
Thanks to the modern technique of putting a shitload of super duper strong glue on a piece of plastic, I finally got it!
Of course, the dilemma now is how to kill it.
Yeah, kill it. I can't risk it coming back for revenge.
Good thing my mom volunteered to kill it for me.
I couldn't do it. I just couldn't do it. I could handle it if he had been trapped in a regular trap instead of this glue thing, but I can't do it if it's still alive.
It's too much like a pet. Ya know?
At least it'll be dead by the time I get home.
Oh, and that Donny and Marie record case? Suck it. If you want to read about that case, click here.
How was YOUR weekend?