Blog 182

So, last night at about 4:30 in the morning I hear like a rustling, some clawing, and some more rustling.

The goddamn fucking mouse was in my room.

I got up, turned on the light, looked at where the noise was coming from. It came from around all the unused tools and equipment for my shades that Jorge failed to put up yesterday. I took the long empy plastic thing that held the shades and started poking around. Nothing.

I ran and got a big plastic bowl from the kitchen so that if it ran out I might trap it. I came back. Now it could be anywhere. I looked under my bed. Nothing. I looked behind my desk. Nothing. That little shit was good. Then I thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I slowly walked to my closet and opened it. I pulled the chord to turn on the light. Nothing in sight. I moved some shoes around. Nothing. I lifted an empty Adidas bag... and the fucker LUNGED out at me going straight for my throat. I barely escaped alive. Then I realized I had a big motherfucking plastic bowl to combat it, so I chased after it. It ran under my chair, around my desk, and out my door.

I used my new shades to plug the gap at the bottom of the door so it could not get back in. See how that worked out?

Also, here's our article in the New Haven Register. Um, yeah, you can't tell from the internet, but we made the front page, also.