sometimes, owning a cat would be awesome

This afternoon I was lazing about my room, procrastinating on actually doing any kind of work, when I hear a rather unusual sound. It sounded like something soft falling into a plastic tub. You know, like a sock dropped into a bucket. That kind of sound.

Now typically I wouldn't think anything of it since I'm not the only one living in this house, but today I was alone. The parents are gone for a few days on business. Anyway, I just shrugged and thought "meh" and went about continuing to laze around and read inconsequential news stories and works of amateurish fiction. Then I got hungry. I meandered my way downstairs, not really paying any attention to this soft whump....whump... sound. I was going to throw out an old coke can when I realized there was no trash bag in the bin so I set the can down and was about to search out some food when I realized I saw a flash of brown fall into the trashcan followed by a soft whump. Needless to say, I was somewhat startled and a little apprehensive. After all, this is not a usual occurrence. I cautiously approach the trashcan and peer in only to see a small, brown creature leap at me only to fall back to the bottom with a whump. Of course my heart decides to have sudden palpations and I believe I nearly screamed, but my next fault was, "Well, shit. Hello, mousie, where the hell did you come from?"

It goes without saying, the mouse did not reply. After puzzling what to do next, I searched out something to cover the trashcan with before I even thought about moving it. I put up the garage door, returned to the trashcan, quickly pulled it out of the cabinet, slammed a storage bin lid on top of it before the mouse could leap out at me, and then carried it out into the woods and set the blighter go. Yes, I released it into the wild, never fear my pest-loving friends.

Here's hoping a snake eats it.

In the name of other furry creatures, here's a deer.