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Originally Posted by The Adult Broker
damn thing scurried right by me.
How do I get rid of it? exterminator? bat? gun?
I don't want to sit on top of my dining room table all day 
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Oh my goodness. I remember when Pete was just 4. He ran into our room at night crying that he saw a mouse. We went into the room and saw that it was nothing more than a roach finishing his half eaten slice of pizza that he didn't finish. Hehehe. That crazy boy. Oh the memories.