I have been reading Terry Pratchett continuously for the past 2.475 months. I still have many books to go before I finish them all. Yet there are nowhere near enough of them left.
Today’s Exploit:
Another mouse is in our trailer. It was on my bed again the other night. I yelled at it and flailed around trying to throw it off my bed and into never-never land where it will live it’s life in rodent heaven and never want to climb on my bed again.
Today I did laundry and washed my sheets to cleanse them of mouse filth.
Ew.
Also, today, George told me that he saved my life last night without me knowing it. He shot the mouse as it was making a dash for my room. Then he shot it again as it tried to escape from it’s spot under the stove.
I’m not sure which makes me more nervous. The mouse or George.
At least it didn’t come and run around on my bed again.
My sheets won’t last very long if it keeps doing that, since I have to wash them vigorously after being touched by the horrible, horrible monster.
I think that this is one situation in which I would welcome Oni, and not hate her when she tries to sleep behind my knees.
oh, NOW you like Oni!
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