Now I feel bad, but I did what I had to do. I'm sure my karma will suffer as a result. For six months I've been finding little nests, and holes chewed in left over lunch bags, the downfall of the mouse was finding a large hole chewed in my favorite hoodie. It had gotten out of the box on the way home from work. A guy caught a nest of pinky field mice and one juvenile. I took them home hoping to feed them to my frog, so I suppose I gave hm 6 more months then he would have had. Despite all the evidence I never actually once saw the mouse, there are nests in the trunk and glove box, as well as in every inch of the cab of the car. So heres to you mouse, hope you had a good time chewing up my stuff, and dont hold it against me that I knew your weakness was peanut butter.
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