i said "listen here, mousey mouse mouse. i don't want to be subjected to your incessant sad mouse squeaking. and don't get bossy with me with your assertive squeaks, either. don't you come down here and bitch-squeak at me. i don't want a sad mouse in my wall. there's no food for you in here. if you stay in the walls and eat the bugs and stop squeaking at me then i'll never know you're even there. if you keep running around in here looking for i don't know what - food? a hug? - then i'm going to have to kill you. don't stay here and be a sad mouse. go be a happy mouse somewhere else."
but it didn't listen.
now, it's dead.
i wish there was another way. i really do. i am not a mouse hater. i don't want to be seen as a destroyer of mice. alas.
so let this be a lesson to you other mousey mouses - get the fuck out of here. leave me alone. there's a snap trap with your fucking name on it, too, if you insist on bothering me. don't push the point. just fuck off.
i'm going to be very certain that there's nothing else in here before i put the carpets down but that's probably it.