Justifiable homicide? You decide.

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Scenario: It’s a hot Saturday afternoon in southern Australia. We’ve had a mouse plague of late since we brought in supplementary feed for the horses who share the block with us. The mouses have since decided that INSIDE the house is a really nice place to live, and breed, and shit. Baits were laid down last week, but Kambuckta, who has not been there for a week decides on this hot Saturday afternoon to rid the house of all the stinky vermin AND their shit.

The bathrooms were easy, as was the guest room…just a quick vacuum and a removal of ANYTHING that might harbour a mouse, no problemo.

My office was a bit more of a challenge…I was armed with rubber gloves, a bucket full of hot soapy water (it was also hot, weather-wise) and had bunged EVERYTHING out of the cupboards and cabinets ready to be washed and/or disinfected when The Bloke spied his piano accordion (in its case) sitting on the floor.

So he grabs the accordion and proceeds to accompany my cleaning efforts with his ‘musical’ ones. He fucking followed me around the house, serenading my toil with the dulcet tones of Home on the Range, and Campdown Races and Waltzing Fucking Matilda. On the piano accordion. With obligatory bunged notes. When it was hot and I was bothered. For nearly an hour. :mad:

I did threaten him, but because I’m normally such an easy-going old dame he thought I was joking. Had I had a big knife instead of a cleaning sponge, he would’a been dead. Seriously. :mad:

And no court in the land would have convicted me I reckon.

What say the jury of the SDMB? :wink:

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Your fault, you didn’t destroy it when you had the chance. :smiley:

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Yeah, mea culpa on THAT count I guess. :smiley:

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Mm, still, he was the one who pulled out that weapon of music destruction and played it on such an awful day. I’d definitely vote to acquit!

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Home on the Range, Campdown Races and Waltzing Matilda?

To me, that sounds like joy! :slight_smile:

More seriously, you had three options (I’m assuming Bloke is your partner):

  • put everything down, explain calmly that you had a lot of work ahead and ask him to do half of it. In exchange, you would be delighted to hear him play. :cool:

  • throw the soapy water over him, burst into tears and gasp repeatedly what ever phrase would make him feel guilty. :eek:

  • deny him sex until the mice were all gone. :wink:

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Where I come from there’s a saying, “Use an accordion–go to jail*!”

*gaol

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Okay, not murder, but life sentence for sure. I save capitol punishment for bagpipe players.

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You should have sat on his Jimmy Shands.

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but…but…they won’t mend with sticky tape and glue…