Wednesday, 9 April 2008

Ding dong the witch is dead

We did it. We killed Marvin.

Or so we thought.

I saw him struggling under the sink and we realized he was attached to a sticky board thing. Shannon bravely put a small plastic box over him and scooted him out from under the sink. Then she flipped the box over and closed the lid, with his tail in. When we heard him start squeeking, Shannon threw him out the window with such force, we were sure we finally killed him.

But no.

The flat downstairs has a balcony that we went out on to see where Marvin landed. To our shock and horror, he is on the porch of our neighbors, out of the box, still stuck to the tape, and struggling to live. If he gets away, he will surely come back angry. Hopefully he will die from the sheer exhaustion of the entire situation. I know I'm ready for bed after all that excitement.

2 comments:

Unknown said...

I'm guessing that Marv may not care for your yankee hospitality and stay away - or he might be dead.
Either way you should have 1 less flatmate.

Laura Merritt said...

I've unleashed rodents in your bedroom so you feel more at home when you get back.

Anything for you baby!