Close Encounter of the Rodential Kind
I was reaching into my pantry for some tea, when a scurrying commenced directly in front of my eyes. Our beloved four legged friend had taken up residence inside a bag of rice and was enjoying his bed of food when I disturbed him. Or her, I don't really know.
As he franticly scrambled away, I was shocked out of a walking stupor I had been in (thus the need for tea) and let out a few good loud incomprehensible sounds, YIKES! AYE AYE AYE! and jumped back from the pantry.
So those of you cheering for the other team, take heart. The game is still on. But answer me this: with traps baited with peanut butter in that pantry, why hasn't our little friend been caught? Does he not like peanut butter? Have I not bought the right brand? Is he secretly being coached by one of you?
posted by Jeff @ 11:52 AM
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