Why is it that whenever I see a mouse I want to get as high up off of the ground as physically possible. I feel like the 'Aunt Jemima' character in the old Tom & Jerry cartoons. Standing on top of the highest piece of furniture I can find, screaming incoherently, thrashing around with a broom in my hand. The only other things I need are some nasty old slippers and some nasty old stockings that are worn & tattered.I HATE MICE!!!!!!!!!! Especially when I see one in my house!!!!! Anyone that can come to my house and make sure I never have one of these disease infested, nasty beasts in my home again will be greatly rewarded.
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