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paige_kate) wrote2011-03-18 01:15 am
paige_kate) wrote2011-03-18 01:15 am
A Letter to my Mom
Dear Mom,
A dead mouse is NOT a venamous snake. It will not attack you and your finger will not rot off for touching it, though how you could mistake it for a leaf is beyond me. All you had to do was get some paper towels, pick up the mouse and throw it in the trash. Screaming up the stairs like you'd set your hair on fire and not going into the kitchen until I'd come downstair and picked it up and cleaned up the blood is a little ridiculous.
Love,
Me
Story: I'm sitting in my room, working at my computer, minding my own business when I hear my mother yelling. I first thought she'd won a tennis game on our Wii system, until she screamed again. When I asked what was wrong, she said that she'd found a dead mouse, courtesy of the cat, in the doorway between the front hallway and the kitchen, thought it was a leaf and went to pick it up and realized it was the aforementioned dead mouse. She literally stood in the foyer and would go into the kitchen until I stopped what I was doing, went downstairs, got rid of the mouse and cleaned up the little bit of blood I saw. All the while, she's going on about how she touched it like it was something lethal. *Facepalm*
A dead mouse is NOT a venamous snake. It will not attack you and your finger will not rot off for touching it, though how you could mistake it for a leaf is beyond me. All you had to do was get some paper towels, pick up the mouse and throw it in the trash. Screaming up the stairs like you'd set your hair on fire and not going into the kitchen until I'd come downstair and picked it up and cleaned up the blood is a little ridiculous.
Love,
Me
Story: I'm sitting in my room, working at my computer, minding my own business when I hear my mother yelling. I first thought she'd won a tennis game on our Wii system, until she screamed again. When I asked what was wrong, she said that she'd found a dead mouse, courtesy of the cat, in the doorway between the front hallway and the kitchen, thought it was a leaf and went to pick it up and realized it was the aforementioned dead mouse. She literally stood in the foyer and would go into the kitchen until I stopped what I was doing, went downstairs, got rid of the mouse and cleaned up the little bit of blood I saw. All the while, she's going on about how she touched it like it was something lethal. *Facepalm*