Dear Mice Infesting Our House,
Yes, you're cute. You even provide hours of entertainment for our cats, since they seem to enjoy staring endlessly into the gap between cabinet and wall where you hang out. One could argue that this provides a valuable service to our household, since it keeps them from beating up on each other, visiting the neighbours, throwing up on the rugs, or clawing the furniture to bits.
Nonetheless, it is difficult to feel warm and fuzzy towards you when you chew not one, but two holes in the bottom of the pet food bag. At different sides. So that, no matter which way I hold the bag, more pellets end up on the floor than in the bowl. Also, I don't want to get personal here, but your hang-out kinda stinks.
:thumb194588706: Now, I'm not keen on the idea of poisoning you, or putting out traps, or anything...FINAL...like that. I won't even help the cats catch you, even though I know it would make their week.
So I'm asking you nicely, dear mice, can't we come to some sort of civilized arrangement? Can't you, oh, I dunno, just move out into the garden? After all, plenty of mice live quite happily out there in the great blue yonder. There's plenty of room for everyone, and much prettier places to live than the gaps in our walls.
Failing that could you at least, PLEASE, go outside to crap?
Yours in hope,
Athalour
