Dec 15, 2012
So I'm on my bike chillin', I hear a noise in the kitchen.Â
A scratching sound.Â
So I stop and listen intently...guess what it was? HOUSE MOUSE.Â
He was a mystery, an enigma until now.Â
He free-climbed the wood column like a little boss. Like he knew where the good shit was.
Lucky he didn't find demise in the trash can.Â
So I walk over and turn on the light and lock eyes with the villainous creature.Â
He looks back -
we have a stand-off. *queue western music* I says, "make your move, punk." He sits there, shivering. "Go ahead, make my day." Bro knows he's about to get crimped so he scaffolds down the wood column and hits the high road to the coat closet. You're safe for today. But I got my eyes on you...
