Sixth Blog of the Summer-- Klorissa Hamilton

We all have that one animal that we despise the most, and mine just so happens to be mice. They are so disgusting creatures. They can carry diseases and are just plane out creepy. Let's get to the main point in wanting to get at. Okay, so, one lovely evening while sitting at my house on the couch with my sister, my brothers girl friend, and my best friend, my sister yelled mouse. Of course we all instantly jumped up and screamed. I asked her where she saw such thing and she informed me that it had ran under the couch. We all jumped up on the couch in fear that the mouse would ran out from under the couch. I decided that that nasty creature was no welcome in my home, and didn't need to be alive running around in my home. I went and got the closest "weapon" I could find, and that seemed as if it would do the job: a broom. They all laughed at me and told me that couldn't kill a mouse if that was the last thing to do on the face of this earth. My little sister informed that when I went to hit the mouse with broom, that the mouse could slip through the spaces. I laughed and asked if she had a better idea. She suggested that I get the mop and use that, so I did just that. I blocked off the area where the Mitch and living room join with the kitchen table chairs in fear that the mouse would get away and run into the kitchen. After blocking that off, I gave the broom to my friend, and kept the mope to myself and raises up the first section of the couch hoping to see the mouse and kill it. It wasn't under there. So, we lifted up the middle section to the couch, and it wasn't under there. With high hopes, we lifted up the last piece to the couch, and that stupid thing wasn't under there. So we just sat there for a moment hoping to see or hear it. Then, all of the sudden, my brother girl friend yells and says she has seen the mouse and it ran to the middle section of the couch. So, instead of lifting the sections of the couch one by one, we lifted all theee of them up, so we could see it if it ran. But it wasn't there. Needless to say, we gave up looking for that thing after searching and screaming for about a half hour. We put the couches back down, unblocked the kitchen from the living room, and put the broom and mop back where they belong. We loved the rest of the night as if none of that happened, and then, toughly three hours later, my sister screams and informs us she had saw the mouse run under the first part of the cough. Needless to say, the mouse is still alive, which it shouldn't be, and we did not succeed. Obviously.