I hate mieces to pieces
Mrs Moon Monkey has a real thing about mice - can't stand any kind of small rodent, they give her the screaming habdabs. Unfortunately, our neighbour is a horder type, and lives in a cave amongst all the rubbish and rotting junk, so we get mice in our house reasonably often. Naturally it's my job to deal with the little fuckers.

She's also a bit of a germophobe, so I don't always mention some of the places that I've found mice. In the food cupboards: naturally I threw the affected food away, so no harm done. The one that ran across the shelf right behind her head - she didn't need to know about that.

But the one that would really have her screaming and probably demanding that we immediately put the house on the market and move to the other end of the country would have to be the one that I found in the dishwasher. After the cycle had completed.

Well, at least it was clean, eh?

What?
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Mon 11 May 2015, 12:37, 3 replies)

You should hide a hamster in her nickers for the luls.

(eViLegion Chief Commissioner of the Scottish Lunacy Board, Mon 11 May 2015, 18:10, closed)

Looks more like a hedgehog

(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Tue 12 May 2015, 10:42, closed)

Affected in which way, slightly camp south east superior outlook?
(HerWorseHalf, Thu 14 May 2015, 1:49, closed)