Senior Chief Petty Officer. Starfleet is in my blood, and I've spent my entire adult life in service to boldly going.
Keiko and Molly are my favorite humans, but Transporter Room 3 will always be my favorite.
Just don't ask who what's in the pattern buffer.
Me, living next to a corn field: "ah goddamn it, not again..." reaches for mouse trap bucket
I used to be one of those "I'll catch and release them down and across the road" but now I'm getting close to setting this place on fire.
I've plugged every external hole and put steel mesh on the crawl space openings. The space between the walls and foundation have been re-insulated, and every time I find a mouse hole it gets filled with expanding foam. There's no food being left out, and the only internal source of water is a possible drip inside my washing machine. I throw mouse poison around the crawl space and put cedar shavings from my garage around everywhere I think a mouse might be able to squeeze in.