07/15/08
It is one of those cloudy, rainy, chilly mornings when you just want to stay wrapped in your sheet and enjoy that wondrous state between being asleep and awake. Then it begins; the gnawing.
I don’t mind sharing my little house with a family of rats or their squeaking brood, but gnawing while in a state of nirvana really pisses me off. Pounding on the wall, stops them not. Have they no respect for an old man?
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I might suggest a Blow gun. Quiet, and pin point acuracy! Of corse, you will have to deal with the dead.
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