I drove into my driveway, parked my car, and to my utter distress and horror... I found a mouse, that looked drunk, wandering, stumbling aimlessly, much too close to my doorway. I had no choice but to grab a bucket, and wait till Ryan got home. I simply don't get paid enough to take care of mice.
That is what a hero looks like.
Owen held the bag whilst Ryan shoveled it in. Preston tied the bag and dumped it into the trash.
There are not words to describe my loathing for roaming rodents on my property.
This will haunt me for years.
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