So, uh…

Tonight we killed a few more mice. And by a few, I mean eight. I guess it was some sort of kamikaze finale for Algernon’s family. Or something. They were like dive-bombing the sticky traps. It was really weird.

OH AND THERE WAS ONE IN THE MICROWAVE WHAT THE FUCK.

Seriously. I guess the microwave was left partially open and Michael opened it all the way and hey, guess what? A mouse.

This house is great.