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... of massively minuscule proportions, a regular rodent of no special size or color. Grabbing a handy broom, I made as though to sweep, all the while stealing closer and closer to the varmint. Then WHACK! I missed. WHACK WHACK WHACK! I kept whacking the varmint inside my private privacy, but it never became a pile of goo.
"I need a depressed robot who has experience with squirrel extermination to terminate my squirrel," I thought, reaching for the yellow pages and the listings of exterminators therein.
Alas, no reputable or reliable robot was read therin to rescue me from the rascally rodent. (How'd ya like them alliterations?)
So I fashioned a trap reminiscent of the old 21st century e-book covers made of cardboard and Velcro, then set it up in my private privacy. A tiny bell was affixed in order to alert me of when the trap was triggered.
Dingaling....
Last edited by DixieGal; 05-12-2008 at 05:34 PM.
Reason: Somebody answer the bell
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