Dead mouse

Also, I have a short story to tell. Remember how I said that there were mice in my house? Well, one of those mouse went into James' suitcase and ate a little bit of every one of his hidden granola bars. He had to throw out like twenty of them. The rage he was experiencing was almost humorous. He went into detail about how, WHEN (not if) he caught the mouse, he was going to break it's little legs and wear it's blood like war paint on his face. More details were given, not all need to be shared. So he set up this trap that involved a cinderblock falling onto the mouse. What happened? The cinderblock fell...on someone's foot. James' anger only increased as this small mouse seemed to be outsmarting him day after day.
One morning I awoke to Skyler, James' roommate, stating that the mouse was in their room. James yelled that he had been waiting all week for this. He and Skyler and Caleb made loud noises and yells for several minutes in their room. Then silence. Then cheers. James came out with the dead baby mouse on a fly swatter. With one swipe, he killed the little mouse. He grinned as he held it up for pictures. Told the mouse that he hoped it would burn in hell and as he threw it's carcass into the backyard, he yelled "tell all your mouse friends that you're dead!"

living with boys is as fun as I predicted. and they are clean.