ok gentlemen and homoes....
I need the ask...the Ol M_D is having to do some deeeeeeeeep soul searching......I found a little tiny little mouse in mee garage. So like any other red blooded American super hero who is of Mexican extraction, I took off my shirt and began ready to do battle with this illegal alien in my house. Not the mouse have you but mee mother in law but that is another story. back to the mouse. I chased the bass turd with a broom, yes I carry a broom just in case......
so I did not catch the critter but I went to the local hardware store and bought me a mouse trap.....Then it happened.....I felt sorry for the critter. Thinking about him being caught in the mouse trap all bleedin and crap.....so I went back and returned the trap and got mee self one of the glue traps that they stick to.
but the more I thought about it the worse I felt for that tiny little teeeny tiny mousey.
once I catch it then what? do I through it in the trash can and let it starve? or do I hit in in the head with a shovel?
Damn! back when I was flying missions for the spy ring I belonged to I did not care how many men I killed. I used to bury them with their arse in the air so I could have a place to put my CD's. I learned that from John Rambo.
anyhoo, why the hell do I feel sorry for this vermin. I never gave it a second thought before....now....I am in a conundrum.......
I could just step on it......
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