The Mouse Chronicles

Another mouse fell prey to peanut butter coated death under the counters today.
Normally, we make the landlord take care of it.
The landlord is out of town.
We would have left it alone until he came back, but thanks mother for planting the fear of maggots into our little brains.

We were forced to handle the situation ourselves. Unfortunately, even looking at a dead mouse sends both Emily and I into fits of unhappy squealing.
I won't chronicle everything that happened, because it is very shameful. Basically, we armed ourselves with a mop and dustpan to eliminate any close hand-near-dead-thing necessities.

And, uh, I do comics now or something.