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Thursday, January 19

The Front: #21


Attention all visitors, furry or not, welcome or not: we don't take kindly to poop appearing behind our microwave. Poop goes into the toilet. If you happen to be a mouse, poop somewhere else, somewhere we'll never see. You're welcome to take crumbs from our floor, but you are not welcome to defecate there, or any other surface, or even be seen. Be warned.

This sucker is #21 in a loosely tracked war we've been waging against pooping pests since summer. No more: we're keeping track of every kill.

So far we've deployed sticky traps, pounds of key-lime oats (mouse poison), Heineken bottles, broomball sticks, and snappy traps. We've even placed Pandora's Boxlid of Mouse Apocalypse into action (a special combo weapon that will have to be explained later). We will not cease until our invaders desist, preferable deceased.

This is a fight to the end. We live on The Front.

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