Mom asked for the new story of my apartments newest roommate, Piece of Crap, the mouse. I think I left off at we were screaming at the mouse while it was in Kourtney's room. We finally found it, in Kiley's closet, which was locked. So Kourt climbed up the shelves next to the closet, and used a dowel to poke around. The mouse ran out the bottom of the door, and we almost caught it. But then it escaped. We headed off to Walmart to buy some traps, and then went and spent the night off campus. My roommates couldn't handle sleeping in our apartment because they didn't know if there was a mouse.
That was Saturday.
Tuesday night for a late FHE we watched the movie Mouse Hunt. We thought it was appropriate. We laughed, we laughed some more, and then we laughed even more.
Thursday is where we meet up with the stupid rodent again. Kourt is in the kitchen, eating dinner, minding her own business and then she SCREAMED. Court, Kiley and I all ran into the kitchen, and by the time we got in there we knew it was the mouse. She watched it run out from under the stove, and under the couch. While she screamed she wasn't sure where the mouse went. This was when I named the mouse, Piece of Crap. We yelled at it, told it to come out, and looked everywhere we could in the kitchen. We finally gave up the search in the kitchen and went to look in our bedrooms. Court went back to the kitchen and saw the mouse running out of the kitchen and down the hallway. She screamed, and then the mouse went back in the kitchen. We all screamed some more, looked around the kitchen, felt under the stove with our dowel, and screamed some more. It seems like screaming is our favorite new activity, as well as yelling "come out stupid Piece of Crap".
In our hall, we have a Love Bucket where we write notes to each other. I wrote a few notes to some of my girls, mostly the ones who have helped me shovel the snow this week. I also wrote one to Piece of Crap. I can't wait for Sunday when I hand the notes out, and give the note to my roommates. It says: "Please leave. We do not like finding you in our kitchen, hallway or bedrooms. You do not like our screaming, so just get caught in one of our many traps and die already. It would put all of us out of misery. Love always, (my name)."
And we haven't seen the mouse since. Hopefully we don't see it again, but I'm not sure. We'll find out...
3 comments:
Oh, Marci, I can just picture the five of you screaming and screaming! And you make me laugh and laugh and laugh (and I'm not even watching Mouse Hunt--if I am remembering the name of the movie correctly. It seems like I have seen Mouse Trap????? Are there two of them?) I love you tons.
lol...Piece of Crap.
Mouse Trap is a game... Mouse Hunt is a movie. Good movie too. Haha!
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