My uncle had a mouse in his kitchen that stole the bait from the traps, then continued his depredations. So, one night he loaded up his .22 rifle, lay down on the kitchen floor with the light on, and waited. After a while, Mr. Mouse came out of the wall under the refrigerator. My uncle shot him. End of problem. Who says firearms are not useful?
Justice is served!
ReplyDeleteDon't forget to put his head on a little pike as a warning to the others.
ReplyDelete--Hale
Where there is one, there are many, be vigilant!
ReplyDeleteI want to hear the lamentations of his women...
ReplyDeletenever come between a man and his bacon.
ReplyDeleteMy uncle had a mouse in his kitchen that stole the bait from the traps, then continued his depredations. So, one night he loaded up his .22 rifle, lay down on the kitchen floor with the light on, and waited. After a while, Mr. Mouse came out of the wall under the refrigerator. My uncle shot him. End of problem. Who says firearms are not useful?
ReplyDeleteSend him to me, Irish. I'll complete that circle of life and feed him to CharlieGodammit. He'll eat him if he's bacon flavored.
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