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[pookykabuki]

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG.

I'm in my dad's house, and I -know- he has rats or mice in the ceiling, because I've seen one scramble up into the ceiling from the laundry room, and we've caught several with traps. We've had a pest-guy come in and deal with them, but they're back? I don't think my dad really cares for the house (he's leasing it while looking for a real house) and they've stayed in the ceiling.


Except in the computer room you can hear them skittering about. My dad tried to con me into thinking that they're really birds, and thus even less likely to bother use than mice. Okay, yeah, we've had that in our house before too.

NO.

I swear I just heard a mouse battle to the death above me. At least, I'm hoping it was two mice, and not like, a badger or a raccoon or a snake or something freaky like that killing a mouse above me.

However, I am sure that a mouse just died, squeaking in agonizing pain and terror for many minutes in the ceiling above me.

OMG. 

I'm not like PETA crazy or anything, but that was freaking awful. Hearing an animal suffer painful injury or drawn-out death is awful awful awful awful awful awful.

/peepeepeeeeee.

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[biffanypears.livejournal.com]

It's especially heartening when your cat brings a half-dead baby rabbit up the stairs as a 'present', and then your mother, in a fit of insanity, decides to let the bunny die in a plastic bag instead of in about 2 seconds by your cat.

I feel your pain.