The Mice Chronicles:

Well, I am sorry to say that we have mice in our basement. I kinda knew there was something alive down there. My dog has been going crazy the last few weeks. Whenever she went outside she would crawl under the porch and attempt to tunnel into our basement. When Lucy was inside she spent her free time sitting at the foot of the basement door sniffing. I started getting worried. You know how in the movie Signs the first hint that something is wrong is the odd behavior of the dogs. I was convinced for a while that aliens had arrived in my basement.

A few nights ago my mom went downstairs to do some laundry before bed. I was upstairs when I heard the basement door open, then my mom scream. I rushed down thinking "The aliens are here!!" My dad came down with me. My mom gathered herself and informed us of her traumatic encounter with mice. I was disappointed, I wanted to fight an alien. My dog almost knocked me to the wall and tripped my dad as she charged into the basement. I could almost hear the music in the background: "Superdog to the rescue!" Well shes not much of a superdog...she got to the bottom of the stairs, heard something in the closet, and ran back up with her tail between her legs.

The problem with this situation is that we are not dealing with normal mice here. These are hyper, super mice. Not only did they get into the sugar pack of my cotton candy maker that was in the basement but they also ate the power drink mix that was being kept in the basement. So not only are they hyper from the sugar but they have the super strength and speed from the power drink. It is not going to be easy going up against these mice.

Another annoying thing about this situation....I have to do all the laundry now because my mom is scared to go downstairs. I am so mad at these evil rodents. I'll tell ya, I hate doing laundry so if I ever come in contact with one of those little dudes they are gonna wish they were never born...or hatched...or whatever mice do.