Another week, another story.

I didn't have any kids to watch this week, so they decided to stick me up in the horse area, which is about a mile from the actual camp with phillip, who is from england. He's pretty cool, and the only english person to ever say Eminem is a "fucking genius". I didn't know they liked rap over there. Well, here is the story.. We got back to our cabin at 12:30, and while getting ready to go to bed, Phil spotted a mouse hiding in the corner. The lights were on in the cabin, but he shined the flashlight to indicate where it was. Suffering from a migrane, I decided that the little fucker was going down. I decided to throw something at it, but finding nothing but my expensive mp3 player, I slipped off a shoe and hucked it at the mouse. I missed, sadly, and Phil decided to use a stuffed monkey as a weapon. He nearly knocked out the screen, but stunning the rodent, giving me enough time to throw my other show at it. Missed again, but the 1st shoe had been thrown so hard, it bounced behind me. So I ran over, picked it up, and threw it with all my might. Bam, the beast had been defeated. My first thought was that I had just knocked it out, but under a closer look, it was in fact, fucking dead. I screamed out, " I got you good you fucker!"I wanted to call the taxidermist the next day so I could have it stuffed and mounted on a piece of wood, but sadly someone had run over the body after we tossed it outside, probably a horse. A girl who lived in that cabin the previous year had said a family of mice were living in it, so odds are one night, the rest of the family will be sitting pretty on my bed, knawing at my pillow. I got a suprise waiting for them, D.C. Shoe Co. size 10.5. Back next week.