Three of the vermin have perished so far in this fall’s epic battle. My thirst is not yet slated, though. I can still hear some in the walls, and last night they launched a massive offensive, sending squadrons throughout the kitchen and office, waking up my wife with their merciless scratchings. Of course, I fell back on superior technology to combat the onslaught. My earplugs completely negated their efforts. Still, I’m calling in a D-Con strike today, and there shall be mouse tears tomorrow.
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