We have a four legged furry friend here on Sheridan Road. Mikey spotted the mouse a while ago, but she was a little drunk, so we didn't believe her. Then last week, I saw Remy when I got up in the middle of the night to get a dirty cookie. But we haven't seen him since. Until last night. Mikey saw him again.
A friend of mine I stayed with this summer had one, and I didn't freak out that much. But he took care of it and wouldn't let me look at it. I never thought I'd be scared of a mouse. But when I saw little Remy, I flipped the F out. Shiiiiiit it was scary. I mean, mice are cute, so why are they so scary... My theory is that it's because they are surprising and fast movers...you know, the startle factor and that you never know where they're gonna show up.
Any advice on how to deal with this little guy?
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