Terrorism At Home
Posted on Friday, September 12, 2008
Another mouse! Where am I living? When I lived at a house that looked like it could tumble down at any second, I never had mice. I move into this nice place, and this is mouse #2. Oi.
Spring decided to terrorize this one for a bit. As a vegetarian, earth-loving hippie, i was unable to let her continue running around the house with a squeaking mouse in her mouth all evening ... so I rescued this one. Shortly after this photo was taken, Spring's fun was abruptly halted, and I let the mouse go outside. I told it to tell its friends what atrocities it had seen in my house. "Don't come back!" I yelled, as it scurried off into the darkness. As my words echoed into the night, I realized that mice probably don't understand English. And now my neighbors probably think I'm crazy. Oh well...Labels: me, photography, spring
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