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Anonymous
I had a mouse that infiltrated my apartment last fall and made my life HELL for MONTHS. Any food, trash, utensils left exposed would be torn into, dragged off, or worse shit on. One time it even managed to lay a turd on my TOOTHBRUSH. Traps didn't work and I despaired of any solution. And then... During the rainy week recently I found myself at home much more than usual in the daytime, and much to my surprise, found the mouse running across my counters in broad daylight and down into my large steel sink probably in order to sneak a drink. Well, with what could only be described as extraordinary luck, I was able to run to the sink before the mouse could get out and pin his stinking verminous body down with a spray bottle. There he was, the one responsible for my torment, the late night rustlings that kept me awake, the disrespect of my space and property, the spreader of filth and disease. His verminous eyes, devoid of intelligence jet black and glistening looking up at me, his hind legs splayed out behind the bottle. What to do now? There was no way that I could let it go now. Not after all this time all the damage the two inch terror had wrought. Casting my eyes about the counter i quickly scooped up a knife and WHACK WHACK... off came it's hind legs. Not completely severed but almost, hanging on by the dermis. Blood welled from the wounds, but less than I hade expected. Having ensured the creature could no longer escape, I released the spray bottle, then paused wondering what would be a suitable torment in retribution for all I had suffered.
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