know I am on to them.
bold as brass they run across the floor. With no care that I am
can not co exist. I draw the line.
are small and furry. They leave messes everywhere.
are almost like my children in some ways.
my children are allowed to stay.
I am sure they would argue they have been here longer.
It bears no weight.
Even if some think they are cute and Walt has personified the image.
even dreamed I have conquered them.
not this morning.
The other licked dry of peanut butter.
think they are going to have the last laugh.
scrub cupboards and dishes with clorox.
Now these are to you the unclean among the swarming things which swarm on the earth: the mole, and the mouse, and the great lizard in its kinds,
Nothing that swarms is good.
Unless Mighty Mouse is headed our way.