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Unwanted houseguest...
There's a RAT trapped in our bathroom. *shudders* Three-forty am, I go to the bathroom and look what I find. *sighs* The guys have been trying to catch it for weeks. Because it's been living in the basement. Why do *I* have to be the one to catch it?
*grimaces* And now my Uncle Bob is like, "Cool, it's dead, wanna see it?"
Do I wanna *see* it? NO! God. *shudders more* I saw enough of it when it was trying to get out of the bathroom! While I was in it!
So. Gross.
ETA: *whimpers* Why do I feel sorry for the stupid thing getting killed now? It's a rat. It was big and gross and dammit. Scared. *sighs* I swear, I have way too much compassion for animals. Seriously.
*grimaces* And now my Uncle Bob is like, "Cool, it's dead, wanna see it?"
Do I wanna *see* it? NO! God. *shudders more* I saw enough of it when it was trying to get out of the bathroom! While I was in it!
So. Gross.
ETA: *whimpers* Why do I feel sorry for the stupid thing getting killed now? It's a rat. It was big and gross and dammit. Scared. *sighs* I swear, I have way too much compassion for animals. Seriously.