Confession #4- I HATE MICE

I have a mouse. Not as a pet...he's an evil pistachio eating mouse. This mouse, lets call him Shithead, is a pain in my ass. I woke up the other morning and found him nibbling on a bag of shredded coconut. As soon as I walked over he HID behind the coconut, as if I wouldn't see his stupid little tail sticking out. I then walked away, grabbed my camera, and headed back over to my closet shelf. He had then moved behind the cornstarch and was HIDING FROM ME. He totally knew I was there..I know it..so I started snapping pictures of the little shit and finally got a few. (I don't know why I wanted a picture of this coconut munching mouse, but I figured why not?) I think I scared him though because he then FLEW OFF OF THE SHELF. I'm tellin' ya..this is not a regular mouse, this is an acrobatic/satanic mouse. He leaped at me...he jumped off of the shelf AT ME. Luckily, he hit the curtain and scampered away...it might have been my scream that made him run, or maybe I blinded him with the camera flash...but seriously? WTF. I didn't even know mice liked coconut. Or pistatchios. Here is the little shit in action:

See him? SEE HIM!?!


I have set up mouse traps (the kind that don't let me see the dead mouse after.) I filled them with peanut butter (mmmmm) so hopefully soon the little shithead will sniff the peanut butter, follow the peanut butter trail into the mouse trap, choke on the peanut butter, and DIE. =)



*Update. Not only did I find I dead mouse in my bedroom closet...I caught the little shit in the PB mouse trap...BITCHES.