alright. i can hear the mice in my walls and ceilings. one jerry was kind of cute and endearing, until of course he began chewing a hole through my door in the middle of the night and holes in anastasiya's favorite shirt. it became even less cute when we found out there was more than one. and especially when there was more than two. now if i can hear them knocking things around in the ceiling and running everywhere... a) just how many of these bastards are there, and b) how fucking big are they!?
i'm having visions of Professor Ratigan and his cronies running rampid through my home. not cool fellas, not cool.
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