flesh for lulu

'kay, so, is it bad to catch, kill or ignore a mouse? can't decide, but he's my bad candy karma come to roost... or, rather, root around in my bag at 4 a.m. for the contraband sugar snacks i shouldn't have given in to...

and, yeah, i know, he/she/it's dirty and gross and stuff, but i just can't bring myself to make the poor bastard homeless during the coldest part of the year, which is, of course, why my mouse, heretowith named couscous, decided to take up residence behind my radiator.

i did buy one of those invisible noisemakers that allegedly plays, oh i dunno, the rodent equivalent of phil collins. ("hey! phil collins sucks!") if that doesn't work, it's trapsville and a short ride to clark park...