Upon entering my basement bathroom to get a Kleenex (the box of which sits on the back of the toilet), I caught a glimps of a rodent head in my toilet. At this point I scream and do my girly bit while yelling at The Boy (who's about 15 feet away in the recliner). I yelled about a mouse in the toilet, so he, of course, came to investigate. Having
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