We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the
drugs began to take hold. I remember Owain
saying something like:

Grimly Curmudgeon wrote:
shrug
Big deal; they're only ****ing mice.

If they started ****ing dobermanns the offspring would be worth worrying
about.

Need some proper traps, then. A goat tied to a stake and a Great White
Hunter up on the stair landing, complete with Nitro Express.
--

Dave