Of Mice and Men

2 weeks ago, I spot a mouse that ran over my foot in my basement. Yes I jumped in the air and may have screamed somewhat high pitched but who is checking. I figured I would get even by putting out traps. Not the regular mouse traps that brutally murder the mouse with the fake cheese. Oh no, I’m gonna do it with Decon, the little bastard eats it and he is toast. Genius…..that is until I come home the other night to find the mouse dead in my K-Rock shirt that I had worn the night before. For the record I love that shirt and was quite disturbed to find a dead mouse nestled into my shirt like its a homeless shelter. Even in death, the furry little bastard still got the last laugh