I attacked an animal
About 12:20 today, I'm getting ready to go to work. I'm on the landing, getting dressed when I see a small dark animal scurry across our bedroom floor. I shout downstairs:
"Is William (Hamster) in his cage?"
"Yes. Why?" Asks Mrs. Kite.
"I think we have a mouse in the house"

Mrs. Kite comes upstairs, and we shut the door.
"It's behind the cupboard" I said, pointing to an old sideboard we have in the corner. Beneath this are some old pictures and Mrs. Kite's wedding dress in a big, sturdy box. It's pretty darned heavy. And it's resting on a bar which runs along the bottom of the sideboard, about 4" off the floor.

So I sit down and slowly begin dragging the box forward. I can hear scrabbling from Mickey. THUMP, the box's end falls to the floor, I can still hear Mickey, scurrying around in the dark behind the sideboard. I peer into the darkness. Nothing. Mrs Kite peers in. Nothing. The scrabbling stops. "Aha, he knows we're onto him; he's stopped moving. Crafty blighter. I lift up the box to give me better access to the bottom of the sideboard and there, underneath, is a very dead, fairly flat, mouse.

I dropped his/her corpse off on the A449 in the verge.

I didnt mean to kill you. Honest.
(kitescreech still here, Sat 26 Apr 2008, 15:12, Reply)