Dispatches from the Rodent Wars

For several months now, Jen and I have been plagued by mice (Muscus musculus). This evening, it started to get stupid. We were sitting in our living room, enjoying the end of a bottle of wine in front of a roaring fire, when a mouse walked into the room, sauntered over to the record collection, and sat down staring at us.

Of course, Jen, being Jen, was having none of this nonsense. So, while I retired discreetly upstairs, she took the coal shovel in her hand and stove the vile vermin's skull in.

That's my girl!

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Richard Carter

A fat, bearded chap with a Charles Darwin fixation.

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