don't get mad...

Yesterday at work, a feeder mouse bit me. I was trying to pick it up and move it from one tank to another, so I could clean the old tank, and the little bastard locked on to my pinky finger. And when I say 'locked on', I mean it took several violent shakes of my hand to finally get it off. Blood squirted.

So then I caught the vicious little mouse before it could wreak any more havoc, and the bearded dragons got a tasty little treat that afternoon. I'm vindictive. =D