SatCam
11-30-2006, 12:56 PM
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<b>Scene: 10:20 PM, Wednesday night.</b>
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Winding down for the night, I head from my kitchen, down the hall, and to my bedroom. On the base of the wall is a heating vent and out from this vent comes a species of rodent I thought I had long eliminated from my house: the field mouse. He runs from the hall, past the staircase and into my living room. I nearly shit my pants. I slowly walk back to my kitchen to recoup. FUCK.
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Meet Leroy:
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<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v91/SatCam/leroy.jpg" alt="Leroy" title="Leroy, the protector of all things good" />
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Leroy watches over my house day and night. When I come to check things out in my living room, I see Leroy is already on the case. He's searching and sniffing and scratching the wall and a basket next to it. I decide to help him out, getting a stick to hit the basket with. After a few hits, the mouse comes lose and runs wild around the room. Leroy chases but with no luck. Again, my pants are nearly destroyed from uncontrollable emission of feces.
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In an effort not to wake anyone else up, I cease the sticking for the night. Leroy is still set on getting this little bitch between his teeth. Even when he got tired of attacking, he sat perched in the middle of the room, watching the wall.
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<b>Scene: 3:00 PM, Thursday afternoon.</b>
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After a nice nap, I decide to go check up on things. Leroy doesn't seem to be interested in catching this mouse anymore. I bring him over to the living room to help me out. I grab the stick and hit the vents along the wall to try to get the mouse to come out. It catches his interest, but he soon gets distracted. While I'm looking for any signs of the mouse, Leroy is busy doing his own thing across the room. He reaches under, what I now know is his hiding spot, the grandfather clock on the other side of the room.
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<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v91/SatCam/deadmouse1.jpg" alt="Leroy and the clcok" title="Leroy searches for his little treasure" />
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.and swats out his enemy.
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<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v91/SatCam/deadmouse2.jpg" alt="The mouse" title="The mouse laying dead" />
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.rigor mortis has already set in. This poor SOB has been dead a while.
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<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v91/SatCam/deadmouse3.jpg" alt="The mouse again" title="The mouse in all his glory" />
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<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v91/SatCam/deadmouse4.jpg" alt="The mouse again again" title="Even closer" />
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<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v91/SatCam/deadmouse5.jpg" alt="The mouse one last time" title="DEAD DUCK" />
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Score:<br />
Leroy - 1<br />
Mouse - 0
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cats rule, dogs drool
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<span class=post_edited>This message was edited by SatCam on 11-30-06 @ 4:56 PM</span>
<b>Scene: 10:20 PM, Wednesday night.</b>
<br /><br />
Winding down for the night, I head from my kitchen, down the hall, and to my bedroom. On the base of the wall is a heating vent and out from this vent comes a species of rodent I thought I had long eliminated from my house: the field mouse. He runs from the hall, past the staircase and into my living room. I nearly shit my pants. I slowly walk back to my kitchen to recoup. FUCK.
<br /><br />
Meet Leroy:
<br /><br />
<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v91/SatCam/leroy.jpg" alt="Leroy" title="Leroy, the protector of all things good" />
<br /><br />
Leroy watches over my house day and night. When I come to check things out in my living room, I see Leroy is already on the case. He's searching and sniffing and scratching the wall and a basket next to it. I decide to help him out, getting a stick to hit the basket with. After a few hits, the mouse comes lose and runs wild around the room. Leroy chases but with no luck. Again, my pants are nearly destroyed from uncontrollable emission of feces.
<br /><br />
In an effort not to wake anyone else up, I cease the sticking for the night. Leroy is still set on getting this little bitch between his teeth. Even when he got tired of attacking, he sat perched in the middle of the room, watching the wall.
<br /><br /><br /><br />
<b>Scene: 3:00 PM, Thursday afternoon.</b>
<br /><br />
After a nice nap, I decide to go check up on things. Leroy doesn't seem to be interested in catching this mouse anymore. I bring him over to the living room to help me out. I grab the stick and hit the vents along the wall to try to get the mouse to come out. It catches his interest, but he soon gets distracted. While I'm looking for any signs of the mouse, Leroy is busy doing his own thing across the room. He reaches under, what I now know is his hiding spot, the grandfather clock on the other side of the room.
<br /><br />
<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v91/SatCam/deadmouse1.jpg" alt="Leroy and the clcok" title="Leroy searches for his little treasure" />
<br /><br />
.and swats out his enemy.
<br /><br />
<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v91/SatCam/deadmouse2.jpg" alt="The mouse" title="The mouse laying dead" />
<br /><br />
.rigor mortis has already set in. This poor SOB has been dead a while.
<br /><br />
<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v91/SatCam/deadmouse3.jpg" alt="The mouse again" title="The mouse in all his glory" />
<br /><br />
<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v91/SatCam/deadmouse4.jpg" alt="The mouse again again" title="Even closer" />
<br /><br />
<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v91/SatCam/deadmouse5.jpg" alt="The mouse one last time" title="DEAD DUCK" />
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Score:<br />
Leroy - 1<br />
Mouse - 0
<br /><br /><br /><br />
cats rule, dogs drool
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<span class=post_edited>This message was edited by SatCam on 11-30-06 @ 4:56 PM</span>