and then there was war

Oh. no. it. didn't.

I've been bugging and bugging Eli to discard of the {dead} {frozen} mouse for weeks now. He finally got rid of it today.

While lying on my bed this evening checking my email, I hear it.

CHEWING. In the ceiling once again.

FUCKER - YOU TOO SHALL DIE.

This means war - Bring on the peanut butter {salmonella is optional}.

♥berlin™