I moved some time ago. The new home is on the first floor. The light is not very good and the ventilation is just so so, but it is very clean. Before moving, I cleaned all the furniture at home. After moving into the new home, it took three days and two times to clean up. Although it was a little troublesome, it would be much more comfortable to live in a clean home after all. In order to make my home look more harmonious, I bought new curtains specially and added several pots of green plants to the balcony. The layout is ready, everything looks so comfortable. After moving into my new home, I am much more diligent than before, and I have never dragged on washing dishes and mopping the floor any more. I secretly warned myself that all these should be maintained so as to have a home atmosphere. A few days ago, I just cleaned the room and sat in front of the computer desk with satisfaction. I was ready to have a rest for a while. There was a rustling sound in the living room, which was the shaking sound of plastic bags. The Sound disappeared soon, so I didn’t care and continued to search for what I wanted to see on the Internet. A moment later, the sound of knocking over the trash can suddenly occurred to me in the living room. I jumped up immediately and ran to the living room. A mouse jumped from under the sofa to the kitchen and disappeared. I was still in shock. After the reaction, I immediately ran to check some steamed buns I put on the tea table in the living room. Fortunately, the lid on it has not been moved. I subconsciously opened the lid and saw, boy, the bottom two steamed buns were bitten by a hole. I ran to the kitchen angrily and wanted to find out the guy who caused the accident. After searching for a long time, I didn’t find the shadow of the culprit. I only saw the drain hole under the kitchen sitting there as always, seems to be provoking: how about it? I put the criminal in! I was a little helpless, so I had to take the steamed bun into the computer room. I sat back to the computer again, thinking that the little mouse who caused the accident would be more honest after passing the drive just now. However, the defenceless rulers were always not dignified, let alone the other side was the starving people. In less than ten minutes, there was a rustle again in the living room. I jumped up and rushed into the living room. However, what I saw was just the spoils left by the kitchen door when the poor escaped in a hurry-a white transparent garbage bag with several pieces of fat meat. This time, I was angry. But still nothing. I ran into the kitchen and blocked the drain severely with a gas tank. I said bitterly: damn guy! Thinking mentally: never let you taste the sweetness. I threw the White Transparent garbage bag that the culprit left in the living room into the garbage basket, checked the living room again, made sure there was no food in the living room, and then went back to the computer room. After that, the whole afternoon was very quiet. It seems that this special thief at home also knows the truth that nothing can be more than three. The next morning, after getting up, I found there was a pile of fine stolen goods in the kitchen outlet, and there was also a White Transparent garbage bag! I have a closer look, isn’t this the bag that the culprit left at the door of the kitchen yesterday? The difference is that with a few more holes, the fat inside is gone. It seems that if we don’t take some measures, the perpetrator will be as if he has no one to enter my house. In view of this, I cleared all the garbage cans at home and decided to deal with the garbage in the garbage cans diligently in the future. After breakfast, I stuffed everything that could be imported into the refrigerator, and then sat at the computer desk as usual. I thought to myself: there is nothing in the living room. What else can you look? As expected, in less than ten minutes, the sound of knocking over the trash basket appeared again in the living room. I jumped up like a conditioned reflex and rushed into the living room. I saw nothing but the dumped trash basket. The speed is really fast! I almost said such a sentence with praise, and then closed the door from the living room to the kitchen. Although I knew that the perpetrators could not benefit from me, I didn’t want to be disturbed by it all the time. I went back to the computer room as if nothing had happened. Now, it’s finally quiet. Just as I was watching TV series, a pair of cold claws suddenly hit my feet. I jumped up from the chair, a furry, gray one, the guy with a long tail escaped to the back of the door like a line at my feet. The image will stay in the eyes for a certain period of time. Therefore, the figure of the culprit when he escapes shows a line in my eyes during the whole process of escaping. Yes, yes, it is a line. In shock, I hurried to the living room and opened the door to the kitchen. I didn’t know why I opened the door for this hateful guy like a gift, instead of picking up a slipper to serve it. When I turned back to the computer room again and opened the door carefully to check whether the culprit was hiding behind the door in shock, I found that there was no figure behind the door. I checked the whole house, but it still didn’t appear. After confirming that the perpetrators were not in the house, I closed the door from the living room to the kitchen again. After sitting down, my heart was still pounding. I complained to my husband about the uninvited guests in the new house. Unexpectedly, my husband smiled and asked me to keep it as a pet, saying that the culprit was playing hide-and-seek with me. I curled my lips unsatisfied: I still have to pick and choose pets at all, and there is no choice. If I really want to treat it as a pet to comfort my failure in several times of fighting with it, it would be too wronged. Later, I called Grandma and casually told her that there was a mouse in the house. Grandma asked me to buy some rat poison, mix it in the food quietly (Grandma said that the mouse would not eat such food when hearing it). But I always think that putting rat poison at home is also a threat to people, so I don’t make up my mind to do so. After that, I didn’t take any particularly fierce measures to deal with the perpetrators, but chose to close the door from the living room to the kitchen frequently. There was nothing in the kitchen, even kitchen utensils like bowls were moved to the table in the living room. Where there is no food, the perpetrators will never come back every day. I hold such a fluke heart. Later facts proved that I looked too low at the living standards of these lodgers in the city. They not only wanted to fill their stomachs, but also leisure was an important part of life, because now my kitchen has completely become a playground for the perpetrators. Every day, I heard the tinkling music from the kitchen more than twice, and found the dishwashing cloth more than twice, small objects such as laundry brushes were kicked to the ground from the windowsill next to the kitchen. At the end of the article, I will shout to the perpetrators from a distance: Wait, I will end you in my way one day, before you give birth to children.

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