Having caught the little critter (or rather, having placed the glue trap in a corner of my room for what must have been months), I felt a rush of shame and remorse running through my person. I hadn't noticed him at first, but tiny squeaky sounds alerted me to his presence. Sure enough, he was stuck. Having consulted Reakes about my options, I thought the best thing would be to take him outside and crush him with a brick taken from the construction site next door.
I just couldn't do it.
He's slowly fading away now, in a Carphone Warehouse paper bag, alone, in the wind. Goodbye my little friend. Godspeed.
#13 December 2006 | Comments (1)