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[apocalypsos]

The guy who bought the rundown dump of a house next door to my parents is from out-of-state so the house has basically just been sitting there not being tended to for months now. (And this dumbass thinks he'll sell it for 60k. Around here? Shyeah, right.)

Anyway, because he hasn't cut the grass, my parents are now getting mice. You know, the people who have seven cats, only one of whom still has his claws.

A few days ago, they apparently chased a mouse for an hour before my father finally whacked it dead with a broom. Today, my brother came home from work to find Owen, who's got a roly-poly belly and awkward stick arms, flailing around in the dining room with a mouse in his jaws. Which he killed. Which, if you've ever seen Owen do anything, is hilaaaarious.

But, yeah. I call my brother about something else and hear that story, along with:

Bryan: So that makes Owen our WMD.
Me: Huh?
Bryan: Weapon of mouse destruction.
Me: ... you're SO going to hell for that one.

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[casirafics.livejournal.com]

Oh, I don't doubt it. I made the mistake of reading an article the other day about home prices in Medina -- read: That City On the Lake Nearby Where Bill Gates Lives -- and suffered a bit of a coronary. ;)