Few weeks ago, an exterminator came to my apartment. He didn’t look like one at all, he wasn’t even wearing an uniform, he got loose pants and some bad taste print shirt. He sprayed pesticide around the kitchen, and he had very bad aim doing that. He asked me if I have seen any mice. I said yes, and I hear something running around in the ceiling once in a while. So he set mice trap. Now few weeks later, the traps has only caught ME, once when I was drunk, stepping on a glue sheet, made me almost tip over and hit my head to the kitchen counter, then, once I am sober, I stepped on it again. So what I am the mouse in my apartment? I didn’t like his shirt at the first place…
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