Ladies and gentleman, God has punished me.
The day before yesterday, a piece of electronic equipment with a dying battery made a loud chirping noise. It sounded like a cross between a machine and a mouse. Electronics and mice...I know! Pikachu!
Does anyone remember Pikachu?
(Hint: he's an electric mouse...get it?)
While Pokemon was, at best, the interrupting force behind my missing Batman cartoons when I was a kid, and at worst, an annoying fascination that I just couldn't grasp, now Pokemon, and thus Pikachu, is now just plain funny.
So, my joke for the rest of the day was Pikachu. Yes, I have the habit of adopting a joke for at least a day. I even pasted a picture of Pikachu up so I could see him. Someone said to me, when they realized that Spencer wasn't going to drop this joke, either, "Oh, G**! You're not going to have a Pikachu day, are you?"
The next day, I was punished for my silliness.
Yes, mice. In my home.
While I've bought some traps and various war machines, I was wondering if anyone has any kind of advice? Anyone encountered them before? I'm only just starting to see them (well, technically it was my roommates who saw them, not me), and droppings are beginning to appear....
I can tell you one thing. It was a cursed day for these mice when they decided to intrude on my home!
Notes for Tuesday – January 17, 2017
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