Mouse whisperer

Our office is freakin infested with mice. They run from under the copier across the room to the file cabinets. Yesterday me and the kid stomped a couple of them, but we was chasing them around for a long time. They are quick little fuckers.

They are brave too. One of them crawled all up on my foot when I was sitting at my desk. He flipped me the bird and ran away before I could catch him.

We have given them names, but we can't tell which one is Norm and which one is Art. I think I killed Norm, but Julie said it was Art. I killed him dead, that's for sure. They all have boy's names, so I can't figure out how they keep making more mice babies.

Did you know they call their home a nest? This morning I came in and one of em had dug up the plant on my desk and I found a bunch of mouse eggs buried in the dirt. We are infested.