It's most likely a mouse, though. Yeah, try to catch it, I'd say. We went with a dustpan, though we had the advantage of the cat chasing it into the dustpan (man, those things are FAST).
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Also, it could be a small rat, for all I know. There's been construction across the road.
If it was wearing red pants, then it was a mouse.
Laugh it up, fuzzball. It won't seem so funny when it's your ambiguously-specied rodent!
...or maybe it will. Who can say? Also, I'm not really calling you a fuzzball. That's a movie quote. Just so you know.
(ETA: Specied? That's not a word, is it?)
Maybe I'll just sit here and cry.
Wow, I'm going to make a terrible husband.
It won't seem so funny when it's your ambiguously-specied rodent!
Hey, I've had at least three mice since I've lived here. I consider myself lucky that I haven't accidentally stepped on their bodies after my cat killed them.
Trust me, there isn't anything I won't try at least once.
One of the many sexy things about Sail.
Maybe I'll just sit here and cry.
If you cry on the mouse's head the salt will make him melt!
No wait...Uhm. Slug. Yeah.
You know if you keep screaming the mouse will be scared and won't come out because you are approximately 100 times bigger than the mouse. The mouse is about the size of your big toe (not counting the tail). So you are like...Appa sized. And it's but an Aang. You can kind of crush it by accident before it can do you harm
Still has that new thread smell.
I've had a mouse in my apartment before, with a cat trying to kill it. Except she was very conent to just toy with it. It eventually got away from her and hid in the couch until we could catch hold of it and toss it outside. Poor thing.
How's things peeps?
You can kind of crush it by accident before it can do you harm
To be honest, I'm wanting to cry just at the thought of killing it.
How's things peeps?
Keith Olbermann is erika's BFF and P-Cow's crying about his mouse.
To be honest, I'm wanting to cry just at the thought of killing it.
You're not obliged to kill it. You can just feed it peanut butter and name it Sherman. It's not like it's a cockroach. It's just a gerbil with tail pattern baldness.