-shivers-   
09:41pm 21/04/2003
 
mood: nauseated
It was Easter yesterday. I woke up at 10:45.

Cass comes into my room and says, "The Easter Bunny's coming in twenty minutes." She leaves. I blink... What the fuck? Anyshit, I'm at cokemusic.com and being bored twenty minutes later, when mom comes back in, saying, "Yeah, go downstairs now. We have to leave in forty-five minutes to pick up the food for Mom's party." She refers to my grandma as mom. I guessed it was probably Easter, so I was thinking, free candy! That's gotta be worth going downstairs for. I went through the little Easter Egg hunt and got my candy and was all happy hugging my Hello Kitty bunny plush when mom says, "We're leaving in fifteen minutes. Oh, by the way, your mouse died."

Great.
I have to deal with a dead mouse, and I have to clean the cage in fifteen minutes. I loved all my mice, just not in the way I love my rats and dogs... And I'm used to picking up dead mice. It's really not that big of a deal. Well, I go down to the garage, where my mother insists I keep my mice, and I go to the girls' cage. I was thinking, PLEASE let the mouse just be sleeping... PLEASE. I counted... One... Two... Three... Four... Now where's the last one?

Oh my fucking god.

There was a carcass in the middle of the cage. But not just a carcass. A BLOODY CARCASS MISSING AN EYE. And what's WORSE, is that one of the mice was EATING THE DEAD MOUSE'S FACE. EATING IT.

There went my candy and my breakfast. I got a plastic bag and carefully picked out the poor mouse carcass. Thank god it stayed together. So I go back up, nearly in tears, and mom starts yelling at me. I say, "I have to clean the cages." She replies, "No you don't!" And I say to her, "Mother, how would you like rotting mouse blood all over your bed?"

So, I cleaned out the girls' cage, and convinced mom to let me keep the cages in the kitchen until I got home later that night and I could clean them. And so we left for Grandma's house.

I shall continue later, I have acting class.		  
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