Epitome

My landlady has to be the most retarded person on the planet. After we finally catch the squirrel that has been in the attic keeping me up at night for the past MONTH, she lets it go in the goddamned backyard.

And then she’s surprised that it comes back.

We managed to catch it again last night, and she has the bright idea to put it in this piece of shit make-shift plastic/cardboard box thing so that, “when we catch it’s friend, we can release them together so they won’t be separated.”

Bitch, it’s a squirrel, not a Teletubby.

But as this crazy woman tries to get it into this box thing, it opens the trap and jumps free to the backyard once again.

Hopefully I’ve convinced her to do what I’ve said FROM THE BEGINNING and release it at least 10 miles away so it doesn’t come back.