Olaf the Troll ,'Showtime'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Puppycat, the earthquake detector has struck again.
Or the storm just actually slapped a tree against my wall.
Off to refresh the website to see which. It was more fun posting when I lived in SoCal cause more people than just likely felt the quake...
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2.7 Seriously? Maybe I felt it more because I am on the second floor. Also cause it was exactly here. But 2.7? Miniquake.
Time to go clean up the blood from Puppycat's fleeing from my lap.
that's 2.7 too much for me
that's 2.7 too much for me
I am officially In. Trouble.
They opened a new Old Navy in the Burbank mall.
I am So. Dead.
We're never moving. We'll have no money.
THERE IS A MOUSE IN MY KITCHEN.
What the fuck do I do??
Catch it.
Not with your hands.
Put some peanut butter on a piece of something and put it near a box you can tip over it, then scoop it up.
Toss the rodent outside.
Call the landlord.
I don't mind the quakes. Wish that Puppycat would find a better way to deal than to flee with claws flaying. Still, I heal better than my coffee table, so that is a blessing at least.
The nearest Old Navy is someplace I haven't found yet. I can't but help think that this is a good thing for my credit card.
What the fuck do I do??
Dude, it totally freaked me out, and I had a cat to deal with it. Also, a roommate. Then again, in my case the problem was really that the cat kept trying to kill it, and that was really creepy.
Do you have to do something right now? Couldn't you just buy a trap tomorrow, or something?
What the fuck do I do??
Borrow a cat?
Do you have to do something right now?
Sleep without fear?
I screamed like a little girl. Or a little girl trapped in a big boy's body. It was a scream, not a shriek.
Also, it could be a small rat, for all I know. There's been construction across the road.