I, much like some people living in cities or urban areas, have a mouse in my house.

It all started a few weeks ago. I had been minding my own business, checking out the web when a mouse skitters across the floor for a moment. My first reaction is "God damn it!" then I proceded to set up the glue traps for the little bugger.

Try as I might, the little guy seems to have eluded my traps. It even scitters by every once and a while as if to mock me in some strange way. Every night, I can her him scrapping the wall near my bed like my teeth do when I'm angry.

So I decide to get me on of those ultrasonic pest devices to ward the thing away. Should be here in a few days, hopefully getting rud of the little bugger. I feel as though I'm in one of those Tom and Jerry cartoons for some reason.

That's about it for now. Laters.