Perhaps you like the way my teaspoons, cup your furry little butt. Like a little mousie bedpan. Shouldn’t you be pooping where I’m less likely to discover it? Or do you want it discovered, so the soiled spoon will be replaced by a clean one?
Can’t you be more creative, like your predecessor that left a nugget half way up the side of the vinegar bottle?
Is mouse poop good in tea?
I haven’t found out yet. But it does float.
Bats in your belfry, mice in your teaspoons – not much of a stretch, really.
Balls on your dishes, butts in the cutlery. No offense, but if I’m ever invited to your house, I’m packing my own lunch.
Hey, Batsinma , maybe you have a gold mine there, and don’t even know it.
This stuff is over $300 a pound.
On an animal message board, we read the following:
Except I do have a cat. He spends hours staring at the space between the wall and dishwasher, while the mouse is pooping in a drawer on the other side of the kitchen.