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I was tearing out a wall years ago with a buddy who was built like a linebacker. inside the wall were two mice, looking out at us. My buddy pointed his hand at the mice to comment, and quick as a wink, a mouse jumped on his arm and ran up into his shirt. You should have heard the screaming as he danced and shook around until the mouse finally ran out his pant leg.
I just about died laughing, and you should have seen the look he gave me for doing so. He was no wuss, but I never saw anything like it outside of a Three Stooges movie
You kill biigassed spiders on the ceiling with a broom. Put a cloth on it, and beat the effing life out of it.
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