So I found another one in my room.
I had just hopped out the shower and my ashy ass ain't even put on my lotion yet. My chapstick fell behind my bed so I moved the mattress and that fukker came running out.
Had to call my grandma to help me find it and the b*stard disappeared completely. Every time I think these fukkers are gone for good they pop back up.
I laid the trap down and left the room but this is the last straw. You can go in the living room. You can go in the bathroom. You can even go in the kitchen but when you go into my room that's when you've gone too far.
I'm not gonna let some god damn mice run me out of my own fukking room.
No more Mr. Nice Illuminatos. I swear to God I'm killing every single fukking one of them.