Picking up the old flower pot in the shed, I’m not sure who was more startled, the mouse or me.  Yes, a terrifying (actually small, but very quick and I’m sure filled to the brim with evil in his dark heart) grey mouse, a natural adversary ran out the bottom of the pot.  Setting the pot down, I soon saw a mouse friend exit.  Then another crawling up the wall.  Then another running headfirst into the wall (obviously not the smartest of the bunch or else very sleepy).  Then another heading for the door.  Quickly, I pulled the infested pot out of the ambush zone.  The pot then produced another, then another, then another, then yet another.  Nine total.  Nine too many.  It was the clown car of mouse hovels.

Now, I have no choice.  Shock and awe.  Time to drop the hammer on my rodent foes.  #TakeBacktheShed