There are few things in life that make me scream like a girl. Snakes don't bother me, I had one slither across my foot in the garden last summer and just kept on my merry way. Bugs meet their maker when they dare to darken my path without a flinch. I had to have a cyst removed once from my boob. The doctor did it in his office with a local and I watched him during the entire process. Cutting the flesh, cutting into the fat, removing the cyst, I didn't bat an eye. I am not what one would call faint at heart.
Last evening, I arrive home with my fancy new laptop (I bought the HP rather than the Toshiba in case you care). I am tres excited to get the laptop up and running. Just like a kid with a new toy. I enter the house, flip on the light and see two mice scurrying across my kitchen floor and disappearing into the cabinet. I screamed, I screamed like a girl and then started crying. I HATE mice. Mice are the bain of my existance and make me want to immediately burn my house to the ground and start over new. The little dirty, black, furry bastards are in my house. Oh for the love of all that is holy make the insanity stop.
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