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I live in a tiny, poorly constructed cabin in the woods. It's about two steps above shack. When the weather changes to cold, I get mice. This is one of the rhythms of the season, along with the skunks under the house (it's on pillars like a mobile home but it is not a mobile home) in February for some sort of gleefully redolent event that I can only presume is the skunk-fuckening.
The mice generally leave me alone in spring, summer, and fall. There is ample food outside and they don't come in my house and make a mess. But when the weather turns seriously cold, at least some mice decide that inside is better than outside and these mice, not to put too fine a point on it, must die.
( The cabin is also inhabited by two bloody useless cats, but enough about them. )
The mice generally leave me alone in spring, summer, and fall. There is ample food outside and they don't come in my house and make a mess. But when the weather turns seriously cold, at least some mice decide that inside is better than outside and these mice, not to put too fine a point on it, must die.
( The cabin is also inhabited by two bloody useless cats, but enough about them. )
