#the mouse problem

Monty Python's Flying Circus

S1E2 "Sex And Violence" (1969)

fuck, the mice, the goddamn mice. I keep forgetting about them, forgetting that setting traps is a thing I need to do. And then, when I am comfortably sitting on my bed with my laptop, and a dog lying on my legs, that’s when I see a dark scurrying shape out of the corner of my eye, going from my closet to behind my dresser. And then there’s a short buzzing sound like it’s chewing or scratching something. And then nothing for a while and I forget about the freaking mice because who wants to think about mice in their dresser? And then there it goes again, back to my closet where there’s probably a hole in the floor that leads to the downstairs ceiling where it keeps its nest. Or something.

Shit, I don’t want to set traps. I don’t want to clean traps. I don’t want to deal with it. But I also don’t want the fucking mice chewing on my stuff, shitting on my stuff, peeing on my stuff. Which they are. Also the communal stuff. I’m pretty sure they can get to the kitchen counter, like fuck that is not cool. This is IMPORTANT, we’ve got to deal with this infestation if it’s the last thing we do. Capiche?

Gentler reminder that while I was looking for a decent picture from the episode to put on this post I found the furry wiki:

Warm and Fuzzy Meme || Accepting

🐁 YOUR MUSE ‘SAVING’ MY MUSE FROM AN ‘ENORMOUS’ MOUSE

I recently began to watch the entire Monty Python series again, and the more I think about it, the more I begin to consider Monty Python as art. This will be (at least) the fourth or fifth time I've watched all 39 episodes, and each time I come back to it, I notice things I had not initially caught. If you loosely define art as something where upon multiple viewings, more is learned each time, then Monty Python is art.