For the past few days, the mice in my room have been really bugging me. Yes, I have mice in my house. No, they’re not pets, but rather pests. I’m afraid of mice, so I had my mom get rid of a piece of cardboard that seemed to be what the mice were chewing on and scratching, which also made a lot of noise. We saw that the cardboard, which was behind my heater, (the mice like to hide in my closet and behind the heater in my room) had a hole chewed in it and had what seemed like remainders of pest control biscuits
on them. We threw it away. I heard lots of squeaks a few minutes later.
I was working on my mom’s site when I saw a mouse walking around the bottom of my closet door. Then, I saw that it was the size of a kiddie
mouse. I guess the mice were/are bugging me since a few mice might’ve been born a few days ago. Eww.
Right now, my eyes are dried up, my hands and arms hurt, and I am thinking how I am going to finish the buttload of homework that I put off in order to goof off. Also, I’m getting kinda hungry, since all I had for dinner was a huge bowl of Frosted Flakes. (Yes, I had cereal for dinner.)
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