Months ago, my old roommate saw a mouse in our kitchen. We set traps but never caught anything and I decided to let the issue slide. I had never seen the mouse and would have been otherwise unaware of its presence if it weren't for the little presents it sometimes left for us on the counter. I decided his name was Rupert and we have been living in peace for some time.
Tonight, Rupert violated that peace. He was spotted in the middle of my bedroom floor before retreating into the corner of my closet behind my shoes then eventually skittering into the hallway. That is it. I cannot allow him to crawl on my personal things. Who knows what he has touched. Tonight it became personal. Tonight Rupert must die.
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