Lol. PETA loves the plague.
Lift up the top of a gas stove. The mouse can't get directly into the oven. The stove pilot lights keep the top nice and toasty. He moved so fast that there was no way I got him.
Went down kinda like this:
my cuz: OMGOMGOMGOMG ITS A MOUSE!
me: A what?
cuz: A MOUSE!
me: Where?!
cuz: behind the microwave.
me: ****.
cuz: kill it!
me: WHATNO! YOU! you saw it first.
cuz: uh no.
me: omg are those turds? SOB, gross!
cuz: my lunch is in the microwave.
me: then get off the chair and kill it.
cuz: you just want the chair!
me: Duh... so kill it.
cuz: no way.
me: GROMET! HERE KITTY KITTY KITTY KITTY! stupid cat.
cuz: TAYLOR!
me: wtf? you gonna put a 40pound dog on the counter?
cuz: then catch it.
me: ...*****. Ok, block one side.
/screams of terror
me: oh ****. oh ****. oh ****. Its in the stove top.
cuz: lift it!
me: WHATNO! YOU!
cuz: ...*****.
me: stfu *****. you lift one side, I'll get the other.
cuz: what if it jumps out?
me: then I get the chair.
cuz: you are going to kill the mouse with the chair...
me: hell no. I'll be standing on the chair. You will be catching the mouse. now shut up. lift!
/no mouse
me: holy ****, is it in the oven?
cuz: how the hell would I know?
me: oh gross... I am going to turn it on.
cuz: all the way on.
me: oh god...
/omgwtfbbqmousefirehotfirehotfirehot
We never found the little ****** in the oven. Its the shorter version of the story and wishful thinking. I still hope we fried the damn thing. Or at least have it go back to its lil mouse friends:
Quote:
Dood! Don't go in there! ******* be CRAZY!
me: yeah, ok. so clean up after your little pet. I will be in my room.
cuz: *****.
me: yep.