You know how cliché it is for a woman in a house to be scared of a mouse?

WELL, my mum shat herself. There has been a mouse in our home, because the weather outside was cold. So we laid a few traps and stuff. A sticky board, and some poisoning. Anyway, the mouse was upstairs, and it was in this box with my mum's slippers in them. Now, the box and the sticky board were put quite close together, and I heard a noise. So I went down to my dad and told him that "Fuck the mouse is caught". And he came up, but there was nothing there (it was placed under a shelf so I couldn't see it myself). Anyway, I was happily browsing around dA, but I kept hearing noises, and actually, the mouse was inside the box! It stuck it's head out, but slipped back in. I was like "no wonder there were noises". It couldn't escape the box. So I took the box downstairs to my dad, and he told me to quickly run up to get the sticky board. When I came back down, he took everything inside the box out, and he said it wasn't there anymore. Turns out it crawled into my mum's slippers, but my dad had felt the slippers. Then, my mum suggested to turn the slippers inside out (they were those elastic ones that go round your ankle, sorta...). And it jumped out, luckily landing right back into the box. And my mum was like, screaming and crying and whatever women do. Next thing you know, my dad was scaring my mum with a board with a mouse on it. Turned out to be really small, but my mum still shat herself. I saw it as well, just squeaking away, breathing deeply and shit, so I grabbed the board and squished it. "HAR HAR, THAT'S FOR KEEPING ME AWAKE ON DAYS I HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL!"

Yeah, shows how forgiving I am