Stuart Little is in my mother ****ing house

I say you just let it roam through the house, and name it something gangsta.
 
Capture it and then name it Steve McQueen.
 
We had a rat once, got one of those sticky glue traps. Felt sad for the little mouse since it was atill alive when I threw it in the trash with its tongue and feet stuck to the glue. Humane my ass.
 
This reminds me of a story that happened to me, my brother and sister when we were all little kids.. We all were doing something downstairs, and then all of a sudden we heard my cat Whiskers (we called, and still call her Whiskey) meow loudly, so we went to go see what it was, she had a mouse cornered in the bathroom, and she had scratched out it's eye (it's eye wasn't out or anything, but it had a gash right down the center of the eye), and my cat meowed because it bit her (she's still alive today, and shes fine, btw). Anyways, we took care of the mouse in a shoe box until it's eye healed then when it was fine (it was still blind in that one eye, though), we let it go in a field somewhere.

Moral of the story, buy a cat.
We had a rat once, got one of those sticky glue traps. Felt sad for the little mouse since it was atill alive when I threw it in the trash with its tongue and feet stuck to the glue. Humane (?) my ass.

You or the mouse?
 
No. Name him after whoever your favorite HL2.net member is.

/waits
 
But I love everyone here. The name would just come out a cluster**** of nonsense.
 
Sgt.TibbsVirusType2SulkdoddsdragonshirtsHOLY **** plus minus tbh atm raziaar
 
At my last house there was a little mouse that lived on my deck and everytime I threw a chip or anything out there he would run out and grab it. But only if I threw it, if any else tried he wouldn't touch it. I named him Gopher and when I moved I chucked a whole box of saltines outside to him. Oh and name the mouse "Bro" Willeh.
 
At my last house there was a little mouse that lived on my deck and everytime I threw a chip or anything out there he would run out and grab it. But only if I threw it, if any else tried he wouldn't touch it. I named him Gopher and when I moved I chucked a whole box of saltines outside to him.
Ha, that's cute. I love little mice, they're just kind of ew with the shit and stuff.
 
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This is the way I think it happened.
 
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Do you have a cat named tom? If you do then you can name him jerry and start a t.v. show. :D
 
Just get a humane trap and let him go somewhere far from your house. If you let him go anywhere else he'll come back and be like

o hi ^_^bred plz
 
Nine-iron + Mouse = Mess



Satisfaction - Mess = Dead Mouse




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Nine Iron = Dead Mouse
 
Get a used, clean milk bottle<glass>and place food a the bottom of the bottle. Place the bottle at a slight angle with a ramp leading to the opening. The mouse will be tempted to enter the bottle for a free snack but will be unable to get out as it will slips and slide on the glass.
 
i had a similar problem...i sloved it by getting a small piece of carton and in the center putting a piece of onion.around the onion was some mouse tape
 
Stomp on the mother****er.
Behead it and put its head on a tooth pick and leave it where mice might frequent as a warning.
 
You guys are ****ing monsters.

I left out a bag of Skittles to see if he'd take. He fumbled around with an orange one, but couldn't get a bite so he ditched it. So cute.
 
Capture the mouse, light a candle, then slowly burn it's legs. Then cut them off and then burn the stubs so it doesn't die from the bleeding. Then take something sharp and cut it's eyes... then you start to slowly burn it's face and the rest of it's body. When you think you are done, you throw it into a trash can. It will live for some more days, and then it will die, and you will be glad you got rid of the ****ing mouse.










That's so evil ;(
 
I tried with my phone's camera, but I can't transer to the ****ing computer. Network is turned the **** off for some reason.
 
This reminds me of a story that happened to me, my brother and sister when we were all little kids.. We all were doing something downstairs, and then all of a sudden we heard my cat Whiskers (we called, and still call her Whiskey) meow loudly, so we went to go see what it was, she had a mouse cornered in the bathroom, and she had scratched out it's eye (it's eye wasn't out or anything, but it had a gash right down the center of the eye), and my cat meowed because it bit her (she's still alive today, and shes fine, btw). Anyways, we took care of the mouse in a shoe box until it's eye healed then when it was fine (it was still blind in that one eye, though), we let it go in a field somewhere.

Moral of the story, buy a cat.
Oh, I forgot, we named the mouse Blinkin (Robinhood: Men in Tights)
 
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