At the beginning of the movie, two women entered an old house. Inside the house there was a lot of deadly traps. Next, a quasi-modo looking butler appeared and he insisted on the women to stay in the house. Main characters started to run away and hide. They entered the attic, where they found hospital beds. When the girl tried to lie down on one of these beds, she felt there was a body sewn into the mattress. The girls have split up and one of them ended up in a basement/laboratory/bunker. In the bunker a weird guy caught the women, chained her up. It also looked like he cut her torso open, but later on he revealed it was just staged and he kinda just painted it to look like that and he didn't hurt the woman. There was also a fleshback to the childhood of this guy, where as a homework they were asked to create a mini world in a shoebox which could be observed by a small hole. The guy prepered as mini world a mouse cut open (looking similar to the woman in the bunker). He got rejected by classmates who got scared by seeing it. then it was again revealed that he just painted it.
Later in the movie he wanted to befriend these girls. Please let me know if you know anything similar to what i described.

It's month two. Every night I hear mice scratching right by my head in my walls. I've told her over and over again, but she doesn't really believe me since she doesn't hear it. There have been glue traps (I know inhumane, all she'll buy) up for a while in the basement and nothing caught on them. Probably because they're in the WALLS. Is she gonna wait for them to chew through the wiring and start a fire or shit on her food first to do something more?? I just want a goods nights rest! And a mouse free house! 😫 currently like 5am and I'm awake because of the scratching.

My fraternity is living with am infestation but we don't have the money to properly handle it.
A little background.
My fraternity moved into a large chapter facility that was previously occupied by a sober living home for men. This house was built in the 1970's, 3 stories tall, has 22 sleeping quarters, sits on over an acre of land, and has had 50 recovering addicts living there for the better part of 2 decades.
We moved in last September, and the house is in rough shape to say the least. It is obvious very little has been done in terms of repairs, maintenance, or just general upkeeping in the last 20 years. We discovered black mold upon move in, and within a week had a seen our first field mouse. The concerning part was that we would see them in broad day light (sometimes as early as 11am) scurrying through the kitchen while multiple people were in there talking and moving around. This level of brazenness raised some alarms for me immediately.
Basically, nothing was done for many months besides half-assing some shitty mouse traps around the house. The frat brother in charge of the house continued to downplay the situation, and our alum housing corporation is low on money due to lengthy legal battles over the deed (long story).
I'm saying all this to set the stage that I believe there are thousands of mice living in our house walls.
It has gotten to the point that brothers cannot sleep because when the lights are out the mice will be active in their room. Our pantry has unlimited food, and we often find rice scattered across the floor with concerning amounts of feces. There is SO much access to food (its frat house - and a shitty house so no one respects it). There was literally a point where a brother left 162 kraft singles outside in our grill area and no one threw it away for a couple weeks. Brothers will often have to chase the mice away from their food in the pantry, they are brazen and always active. We even had a brother be able to shoot one and kill it with an airsoft gun as it was just sitting atop his dresser. On top of that after a brief scan of the house you would understand that this place is built like a mouse paradise. There is so much space between the walls and everything is connected. Exposed piping networks with holes to lead them into other parts of the house. Lots of open are between walls. I believe their system could be disturbingly vast.
We have already found one nest because it was in a closet in our laundry room, which is connected to the pantry, and it also a frequented spot by our residents, so who knows whats in the walls.
Long story short, winter has come and passed since we moved in and things continue to get worse, due to the abundance of food and warmth. I believe this house has a serious infestation, and I do not think we will get real help that we need. Once an exterminator starts putting holes in the wall, I think we will find a concerning amount of black mold (we have already found spots of it, and some rooms aren't occupied because of how bad they are). This I would imagine will end up costing tens of thousands of dollars to solve, as I think the issue has became so bad that the whole or most of the house will need to be stripped to the studs. This is money our chapter doesn't have and our housing corp isn't willing to pay. Not to mention we have 20 brothers with signed leases for this August.
We have used exterminator traps and they kill them faster then we can replace the traps, but I think its too little too late. There was a mouse problem when we moved in and the enviroment we created for them is Eden.
Sorry for so much yapping, but I felt its a somewhat unique situation given the size of the home and how bad this infestation could really be. We are concerned for our health, and are questioning if parents will actually let their kids live here when they come to move in in August.
I am asking for advice and input. Since we probably cannot go the exterminator route due to the fact the house will probably be condemned when whats hiding in those walls comes to light, we are in a situation where we basically need a bucket to fix a sinking boat. What are some traps that can kill a lot of mice? How do we go about battling an infestation of this size? Is mold-x paint effective at protecting us against what is surely festering within the walls? Is it too far gone?
We are just college kids who are in over their heads and need some advice.
Thanks.

My daughter and I have lived here 9 years and have a mouse problem. The only thing the landlord does is set wooden traps which only temporarily resolves the problem. He is extremely cheap. Me and my daughter keep getting sick from mouse droppings on the stove and kitchen counter

Just moved in a pretty new house and seen a mouse. Managed to trap it under a bin..now what do I do with it..starve it to death? I’m scared the hell of mouse and they run fast! Also, I don’t think there’s hole in the house but I did leave garage door wide open when I was doing stuff (smh).. does mouse just run into house like that or do I have a much bigger rodent problem..thank you guys!

Bought a house recently and for whatever reason there’s no baseboards/foot boards where the lower cabinets meet the floor. The first time I ran the mapping run, the i5 ran underneath one of the cabinets and pulled back a mouse trap (empty!) from underneath. After that I used cookie sheets to keep it from going under any of the other cabinets during the rest of the mapping run but I don’t think it “took” because when I let it run today it definitely went back under the cabinets.
I already bought one of those virtual walls but I would need at least 3… I’m wondering if I can’t just rerun the map setting and block off the under cabinets with something sturdy enough to make the roomba think there are actual walls (or baseboards) and stop trying to go under the cabinets without also needing to use the virtual walls?

I always try my best to transport any insects trapped in or around the house outside. When I really look at these little creatures, they are fascinating, and I have no desire to kill them. I just want to set them free.
But today, I accidentally let a newborn mouse die and I feel horrible about it.
It was a long day, and I felt irritated and tired. I went to open the grill which hadn't been used since the winter and found a small little mouse in there. I took a few seconds to admire it because it was cute, then proceeded to try to get it out of there and clean up the grill.
I took out the top racks and it was just scurrying around and dropped into the pan underneath burners. As I open the drawer it take the pan out, it was doing its best to get out of there.. I also noticed a bunch of straw twigs inside the pan and put it aside.
30 seconds later the mouse hops down and scurries into the bushes. I thought that was it, but then I noticed a pink little thing on the floor of the grill. After inspecting it closer, I realize it's a newborn that the mouse likely just had, or it fell out pre-maturely.
I went inside and got my gloves and noticed it was pulsating just a tiny bit. Obviously, it was a newborn. I don't know, my brain wasn't working properly, so I took the straw twigs that was shaped like a bed and gently put the newborn on it and set it aside by the dirt near the bush that the mother ran into.
I didn't even think to bring it inside or put it somewhere safer. A few minutes later after I set it aside and came back it to it, I wanted to change its location to a safer place and noticed there were already these maggots inside its belly crawling in and out...
I should have just set it aside, inside a clean shoe box and researched ways to nurture it. Instead, I did what I did. And feel really bad about it.
I'm not an overly sensitive person but this really hit my strings.
I eventually buried it and said a little prayer and just apologized.
I realize this is life and nature and we all return to the soil. But just having to experience all of this in the way that I did was a lot more intense than I anticipated it to be. I feel guilty that I should have taken more time to realize the situation and actually put the mouse in a safer place. I'm experiencing some sadness while my logical mind is telling me that it's life, and also that I could have done something better.
This sounds ridiculous but it's what I'm feeling.

Last October, my roommates and I moved. I had lived with them for 4 years, so I thought we were very compatible. They decided to buy a house, and I was their tenant, I had my own bedroom, and we shared the kitchen/living room/bathroom/basement. I expected to live there for many years based on the norms we had established living together for so long. I even trusted them enough to pay a years’ rent (nearly 10k) in advance so they could afford the downpayment. We agreed to split the utilities 3 ways between us.
However, my roommate acted very differently now that she was my landlord. She had a new boyfriend, and wanted to have him over all the time. She’s poly, so her husband slept in the bedroom, and when her new boyfriend spent the night, they would sleep on the living room floor. I don’t think they were having sex in the living room, but they were always cuddling/kissing and one time I saw that they were practicing bondage rope work and she was partially tied up. I was very uncomfortable with all of this. Having them sleeping in the living made it uncomfortable to use the rest of the house, but I didn’t say anything for several months because everything was pretty stressful and chaotic. I barely knew this guy, so having him around was a source of constant anxiety, and I never knew whether or not he’d be there. He was always there at least 2 nights a week, but sometimes he would spend an entire weekend as well, for a total of up to 5 nights/week, he never contributed to rent or utilities. When he spent the night my car was blocked in, sometimes without any warning. I ended up walking to work in the rain several times because I was unexpectedly parked in.
I hated living there, but I had already paid a years’ rent in advance, so I felt trapped and I was worried that bringing up my discomfort would sour the relationship and make living there even worse. I was still expected to pay ⅓ of the utilities, even though there was a 4th person living there part time without my consent.
In January, I finally talked to them and asked them to find a different sleeping arrangement and parking situation. They reluctantly agreed, but said they needed more time and they were angry that I even brought it up, there was a lot of gaslighting and guilt tripping in that conversation. Nothing changed, except that they started shunning me–they avoided interacting with me and didn’t enter the room if I was present.
February 7th I sent them a detailed email and made it explicitly clear that her boyfriend could no longer sleep in the living room. Again, nothing changed. February 10th, we had a discussion–they told me that if I was uncomfortable, I should move out. I found a new apartment, gave them a notice over text on February 15th, and moved out by March 3rd. Since my lease started on the 1st of the month, I was required to pay rent until March 31st.
There was a lot of email communication–they insisted that I keep paying ⅓ of the utilities until March 15th. I asked that we talk to a mediator and they refused. They told me that they were starting “repairs” on my room March 7th (there were some renovations they wanted to do), and I know they had a new tenant April 1st. I think the boyfriend is the new tenant and I suspect that he moved in earlier than April 1st–he was already sleeping in the living room after all. I can’t prove when he moved into my room.
They repaid the remaining months of my rent prepayment, but now they’re threatening to sue me for some unpaid utilities. I didn’t pay the last utilities bill because after how much they took advantage of me over the last 5 months, I didn’t want to give them another cent. I wanted to move on, but since they’re threatening legal action, do I have grounds for a countersuit?
Here is what I think could be grounds for a countersuit:
-I paid ⅓ of the utilities, but with 4 adults living there, I should have only paid ¼ of it. I should be reimbursed for the difference.
-My lease included a shared living room–they violated the lease by regularly using it as a bedroom. These could be grounds for harassment charges as well since they engaged in sex-adjacent activities.
-They knowingly ignored my boundaries by allowing a near-stranger to sleep in my house against my wishes.
-The reclaimed my room for renovations before my lease was up.
-I moved in with the good-faith understanding that we would continue to operate under the norms we had lived with for 4 years. They did not so the lease is void.
-there was a huge rodent problem when we moved in. I found stashes of nuts and mouse poop on November 19th and notified them immediately, but they did not get appropriate traps and started dealing with them until January 6th. During that time, some of my clothes and other belongings were damaged or ruined by mice. I know that Massachusetts law allows the tenant to withhold rent if there is a health code violation. I paid rent in advance, so I could not withhold rent when there was a mouse infestation and it took them over a month to address it, but could I sue them for reimbursement of the rent?
I know that some of these are a stretch, and I doubt I have enough documentation to prove much of it. I’m really not interested in winning money, but if I can put together a decent case against them, maybe they’ll get off my back. At a minimum, I think I shouldn’t be held responsible for the remaining utilities. If I'm really petty and ambitious, I think I should be reimbursed for the difference in utility bills split 4 ways, and 3 months of rent (1 for the mice issue, and 2 for the boyfriend sleeping over in spite of my objections).

This spring I planted 6 hop plants and sadly I discovered that 3 of them have tunnels going under them and through the root systems. All three of them wilted shortly thereafter despite me trying to fill the holes to save the root system. It's not moles because they usually leave a mound of finegrain dirt and here I only found a hole. Hops are typically planted on mounds and I can see why that is attractive to rodents.
I'm asking for advice on how combat these in the future. I still want to try replanting those hops even if it's a bit late in the season. In the past I have tried the solar powered "ultrasound" poles you stick in the ground but I could hear mouse laughter and discovered their tunnels inches away from them. Any other ideas? I don't want to use any chemicals/poisons or traps since there are cats around.
My only idea is to dig in a "bowl" of chickenwire around the root of the young plants so that they can at least establish before the mice come around. Would this work?
Grateful for any advice

Has anyone else on console (I am PS5) been false flagged by mouse trap even though only using controller. This has happened to me after i switched to another controller mid match because of stick drift and I got flagged when i played my next match. Ever since then i have been getting flagged by mouse trap every few games even though i have only been using the same controller that came with my PS5. I also have noticed that in some matches that i am not flagged by mouse trap, i can feel a slight input delay that is gone when i am viewing cams (similar to how mouse trap works). This has been very frustrating for me and I just wanted to see if other people here also have had similar experience, especially with the hidden input delay because i believe not many people have talked about this.

Results are out and some of you might have scored good and will get into decent colleges, some will change the stream and go into BSc BCom and what not and some of you will be taking a drop. So let's talk about the last one, if you're wondering I am a dropper myself and I think I am quite qualified enough to tell what "not" to do in drop year as last year I scored 39 and 69 in Jan and April and scored 31 and 61 this Jan and April and not only that last year scored 74 in boards but this year i gave improvement exam and still scored 74 so yeah I am quite literally in the same place as last year :(
Coming to what not to do in drop year, firstly what you need to do is

1. Analyse your mistakes before jumping on studying

This is quite simple to do. Just analyze your mistakes that "Why didn't I score well last year" like not giving enough mocks, just doing theory and not solving questions, wasting time on social media. kept making strategies, was in a toxic relationship or have toxic people around you, your lack of interest and just not willing to start with the syllabus or subject, porn and a lot more

2. What is your Plan B?

Khuda na khasta what if your JEE Mains gets ruined what are you going to do? This is the biggest mistake many people including myself made. Do you know about other exams like BITSAT,MHTCET, COMEDK, VITEE, SRMJEE, WBJEE and all . Look for other exams not only in Science and Engineering field but outside that as well like CUET, ITEP, IPMAT, JPMAT, and all, and yes be aware of the dates and registration forms for these exams as well

3. Online v/s Offline

Ab 2 saal mein you might have realized that could you survive offline or online? Could you keep sitting in a class with other students for 6-8 hours and complete your work with the risk of getting a teacher whose frequency might not match with you but you will have to stay consistent because of amount invested in it and the peer group as well or you have availability of almost every online teacher in your hands and material of various coaching as well but it is a matter of sheer discipline to stay consistent without giving up (which sounds easy but might be the most difficult part of the entire journey)
Isse zyada what to do tips mein nahi de sakta especially academics related cause I am failed dropper and I don't want to misguide you by telling you BS stuff like Youtube wale bhaiya didi (Inpe bhi aaunga)
So now we come to the part about What not to do in drop year

1. Addictions

Ik ab tum mein se kuch bolenge "abe ja na bkl mein nashe nahi karta" No, This is bigger than that. It could be addiction to smoking or addiction to porn or addiction to games and social media or addiction to some other person who might not even give a fuck about you or addiction to watching movies, tv shows, anime, drama, or dosto ke saath ghumne phirne ka addiction. Please realize mein koi moral policing karne nahi aaya hu but you better realize that you are a dropper because of these addictions. Avoid them at all costs

2. Procrastination

It feels like this term is overused but most of the humans go through this everyday and hence this term arises. To put it aptly, "aalas karke kal pe kaam chodd dena." This is going to cost your drop year as well if you don't get rid of this nasty habit. " Ye lecture toh hua nahi aaj koi nahi kal do kar lunga" , "Ye sheet kal subah uthke jldi nipta lunga", " Ye toh basic chapter hai weightage bhi kum hai isski hatao yaar isse","Test ko ek hafta hai abhi isse jaane dete hai abhi mein thoda insta kholke reels scroll krleta hu" (lmao sorry ykiyk) ye sab baatein dhari ki dhari rehe jaati hai and you do nothing by the end of the day and think kal toh ill finish up everything with that midnight motivation but at the end you are stuck in this vicious loop. Please stop this BS and don't procrastinate for your own sake cause no one else is going to push you dumbass.

3. Relationships

This isn't completely about teenage romance but about relationship with your family members as well. Mummy papa bhai behen abhi zaroor supportive ho sakte hai but be ready to face them as well cause unka bhi bharosa uthega jab saath ke bacche college jaa rahe honge and unka baccha ghar pe sawal laga raha hai. Be mentally prepared for that even your parents might doubt you but they have reasons as well. Bachpan se toxic hai (ab koi genz ke bacche rebel karna hai lauda lassan mat bolna "some" of em are actually bad) toh i think that would be enough to push you just to get out of that hellhole. Coming to love, it is really really subjective but IMO avoid it if:- 1) Relationship is quite new about a year or so 2) If it is long distance 3) You keep fighting or have some trust issues 4) The person is manipulative or toxic or blames you for most of the things when they go bad
'Hum 12th se saath the aur humne shadi karli wali' stories are really wholesome but in most cases the couple doesn't even last for a year or two. I lost my 3 year-long relationship as well in this drop year and personally i think ye kaam pehle kar lena chahiye tha but in the end, if your partner is supportive, can understand you, and is not the only thing you rely on for your happiness then it is fine.

4. BullShit Gurus

This is for most of you who have a favourite so-called bhaiya didi or a influencer who motivates you to study or give you strategy. Don't fall in this fucking trap of these bastards. Abhi ye bade pyaar se baat karenge but then they advice you some really random and BS Shit like "Notes mat banao aur faad do" or "Inorganic aur physical mat padho bas mere notes dekh lena aur tumhare cache number aajayenge" or " Bas ye 10-15 chapter krlo tumhari NIT/IIT/AIIMS pakka hai" but baadmein ye kahenge ki humari test series lelo ya humari mentorship lelo wagerah. These people are one of the worse breed of people in existence cause most of them feed on your fear and anxiety regarding the exam. If you really want to follow some real guru Anup sir from Mathongo is quite good because he is upfront and doesn't say shit to please you. Kabhi kabhi over ho jata hai but still better than those Nishant Jindal and Sankalp Jauhari wagerah

5. Questions and Mocks

Theory will not lead you anywhere if you are just doing theory on its own. At the end of the day you are supposed to solve questions and get rewarded the numbers on that basis. PYQs are a must and don't avoid question solving at all costs. Sawal nahi hota toh keep pushing and thinking rather than seeing the answer in one go. Even if you're syllabus isn't done please give those tests of your coaching. Mocks are your best friend or your worse enemy depending upon how you use it.

6. Not having people around

This is so important for you mental wellness, have some people around with whom you can share things and they understand you (koi ek dost bhi chalega ya mummy papa bhi). Atleast one person with whom you can talk when you feel down enough. Please don't be a shut in because of drop year and talk to people and ho sake toh get a mentor who will help you with prep as well as help you with not being overwhelmed by your emotions when you are at your low point

7. Touch some fucking grass and be in touch with reality

This is mainly for online drop students, please touch some grass and go outside your house for just some walk or run or to play games and be aware about what is happening around you. And don't be overoptimistic about your prep and don't be disheartened by the competition around you at the same time. Balance is what you need because you will merely interact with your competition online who might blatantly lie on your face about their prep

8. Being all over the place

You have almost 7 months to cover 3 subjects, do almost 100 questions from each chapter and give four mocks in a month. You slip up and you go all over the place in panic about leaving some topics, strategizing about what to do and what not to do and then you have regrets which keeps summing up and you accumulate something known as Backlogs, Avoid this at all costs and follow your teacher
These are very basic but really essential points to avoid and follow in order to have a great drop year and personally agar mein ek saal pehele jaa pata time travel se toh khudko yahi samjhata. IDC if most of you just read it and don't follow anything out of it but even if a single one of you followed it and will make their drop year worth it, i will be over the moon with happiness. If something else pops up in my mind i will make some edits and add on. Feel free to ask anything you like and sorry if you don't understand hindi or i made any grammatical mistakes, Peace <3

Hi all
I am now hosting a really nice couple at my countryside cottage. However, we have had a bit of bad luck and two separate issues came up:

1. A small mouse entered the house (this is a farm cottage and it is normal for mouses to appear once in a while).
2. One of the toilet flush started leaking some drops to the floor.

What i have done:

1. Our farm caretaker went there to install some mouse traps and poison
2. I scheduled a plumber to go fix the flush

The guests are really nice about it and I feel terrible about these issues. Do you think i should/could do something more? How do you think I can delight tem and provide an awesome guest experience despite of all this?
I am a new host so all advice is more than welcome. Thanks in advance!

The mods of ProRevenge exercised their judgement that, fair enough, my childhood story did not constitute revenge. I respect the decision. Apparently it was crossposted to another sub first, though, but the thing was too dang long and ended up cut off. I will provide the full post here and give full permission for anyone who is able to, to post the second half on the reddit it was crossposted to, but I would only like to say first:
I only use reddit to troubleshoot tech issues since Google is down the drain now, and read BoRU posts on occasion. In general, I like to keep a very low social media footprint. So please understand that this will be my final word on this post. :)

This happened decades ago now, back in primary school. I only remembered it because I was recently catching up with old friends from back then, and we got to laughing over old stories and then someone mentioned, "The wildest was when you organised that whole protest against our teacher."
"The time I did what?"
The consensus was I did, indeed, organise the entire class to rebel against our teacher that resulted in her being deposed and our class getting a "substitute" for the rest of the year. I almost fell out of my chair hearing this story from their mouths. It wasn't that I didn't remember it, of course I did--that year was awful. It was just that it existed very differently in my memory.
Two important pieces of background knowledge to understand here:
I went to a very very small, very very rural school. How small? Each classroom was composed of the entire year level, and the largest had at most 30 kids in them. My class/year level was on the smallest in the entire school, with a piddling 14 kids in it altogether. While we still had our cliques and factions, our small size caused our class to be very tight knit and protective of each other. How rural? The school building itself was incredibly small, but one thing we were not short on was gigantic empty fields surrounding us on all sides. Great for sports, great for (it turns out) student protests.
I was, at the time, undiagnosed autistic. I mean I still am autistic, I'm just formally diagnosed now. But back then I was just seen as being a very quirky kid. One of the ways this quirkiness manifested was that I really had trouble adapting to the rules and structure of grade school and how it differed from what I was used to. At home if I wanted to pee, I just went to the toilet. Now I have to put my hand up? Now I have to ask permission to piss? Then I went home and put my hand up to ask my mom for permission to pee and she told me I didn't need to! Madness! Chaos! I don't care what the rules are, please just be consistent!
But one of the main parts of my brain and the way it works is that sometimes my brain, separate from my will, would just make a decision about a course of action and I would very calmly commit to it come hell or high water. Like, it is vitally important that I stay true to this course of action. I can't explain it. It's like I set a rule for myself and if something disrupts that, I just shut down and stop functioning.
So when the school said, "Okay, when this bell rings during recess/lunch, that means you have to leave the playground and go back to class", I was a confused child already struggling with all these completely nonsensical limitations and guidelines imposed on me. So when that bell rang, I got that calm little voice in my head that said, "Hmm, no, I'm good out here actually. I don't think I will go back into class." So I would just continue to sit out on the playground, playing with my plastic spider toys or sitting on the swing. Teachers would realise what was going on and come out to get me and tell me I have to go back to class, and I would just very calmly hear them out and then smile at them and politely as possible tell them, "No thank you, I want to stay out here."
They really didn't know what to do with me. I wasn't getting upset, I wasn't throwing a tantrum, I wasn't yelling, I wasn't being rude in any way. I was incredibly docile and would let them explain things to me with endless patience and then just politely refute them and go back to what I was doing, like this was just a very normal and reasonable negotiation between two equal parties. I have memories of sitting on the swing while three very confused and flustered adult staff huddled around me trying to bribe me with candy to go back to class. It would take a whole lesson block to lure me back to the classroom, and then at lunch the whole thing would start over again. It took me three years at school to finally accept the status quo thanks to a religious nutter I got for a teacher, and finally went back to class when the bell rang (was never happy about it though).
I eventually settled into school life. Excelled at subjects I liked, at least passed subjects I didn't, followed the rules, was seen as intelligent and obedient and was often liked by my teachers. Until my final year, when we got the teacher I can only rudely monniker Mrs Bigmouth.
Mrs Bigmouth should not have been a teacher. She had a trigger temper and would explode into long, verbally abusive tirades against us if we ever did anything she felt was disrespectful behaviour. What was disrespectful behaviour? Damned if I know. It changed day by day, depending on mood. You could disrespect her to her face one day and she'd laugh and say you have such razor wit, and politely ask a question the next and she'd scream at you for ten nonstop minutes then give you a week of DT for talking back. The absolute peak moment of her boiling temper came when she threw a dictionary at a girl's head because she was whispering to me in class. When I tell you it missed her by half an inch...
But believe it or not, this wasn't what made her such an awful teacher. It was so hard to get teachers at rural schools back then, there was almost nothing you could do to get fired, so we had experience with teachers with nightmare tempers. What made her such an issue was her big mouth. She used us, her trapped audience, as free therapy. She would infodump, traumadump, about her very personal, very private life to us. All day. She'd be two words into a spelling list and launch into an extended story session about her marital issues with her husband. We'd be heads down doing fractions and, unprompted, she'd declare to the class that her adult daughter no longer talks to her and then diatribe to us about it until the bell rang. She had money issues, a contentious relationship with her parents, her marriage was on the rocks. She once pulled me aside after school and spoke with me, at length, about how she was thinking of having another child to try to repair her marriage. I was like, okay lady, I'm 11, about to miss my bus, and my house is a 4 hour walk on foot from here.
We weren't learning. We'd hadn't had a complete lesson since the first week of the school year. We were behind on the cirriculum and frustrated. One kid had brought a stopwatch into school and would time lessons vs her monologues and kept detailed lists, and we would come to school each morning and do betting pools on them. What subject would she interrupt, what would she talk about, and how long would it go.
But all that still wasn't the breaking point if you can believe it. No! Still not! The problem was it wasn't just her own private life she couldn't keep her mouth shut about. It was everyone else's. Because parents would make the reasonable assumption that she should be told things as our class teacher that would be important to know, and that she would understand these things were said in confidence. Instead she would veer randomly off in the middle of talking to us about her horrible weekend to let us know whatever private or traumatic thing was going on in a classmate's life that she had been made aware of. That was awful. That was what made that year hell. It wasn't even about when my secrets were shared with the entire class against my consent. It was watching the faces of my small, lovely, supportive class of 11 year old children go pale and scrunch up with held-back tears as things they never wanted to share were announced like morning news. God we hated her.
Then one day that voice came. The one I hadn't heard in years. The bell ring to go back into class and that voice said, "But I don't want to be in that classroom. I'm not even being taught there." So I just... didn't. I didn't go back to class. I just sat in the playground in a daze eating grass (don't eat grass, it's not good for your teeth). Despite how small my class was, I don't think Mrs Bigmouth even noticed I wasn't there. Others did though. Come lunch and everyone came out, my friends asked me where I was and I said, "Oh, I didn't go back to class."
"Why didn't you go back to class?"
"Why would I go back to class?"
Lightbulb moment for my schoolmates. Yeah, why would they go back to class? What was the point? From a practical standpoint, they weren't learning. From an emotional standpoint, it was horrible to be there. A friend who had had her family's dirty laundry aired to the entire class just last week, things even she didn't know because her parents tried to keep it from her, asked if she could sit with me rather than go back to class. I just stared at her, vacant and confused.
"Sure? I mean, I'm just eating grass though."
Over the next few days, two kids turned into four, turned into ten, turned into the whole class. The whole class was doing a sit-out protest on the field rather than go back to class. Of course Mrs Bigmouth tried to do something about it. She'd come out, screaming at us and threatening us with DT and internal suspension, but six months of that behaviour had totally vaccinated us against her. I'd become the de facto leader and spokesperson of the protest by merit of being the first to sit out and also because I was well known to not give a shit (autistic brain: I actually just frequently had trouble reading and reacting with the correct social behaviour but it gave me a cool and aloof bad boy mystique I guess). I gave her the exact same treatment from back in grade one. I would let her scream, let her holler, let her threaten, let her spittle rain down on me, and then I would give her a sweet and innocent smile and nod in acknowledgement and say, "No thank you, we're going to remain out here." And thirteen pairs of eyes would stare at her in total silence. No one, not even the most gobbermouthed little shite in the class, would volunteer a word. The unspoken agreement was all negotiations were my responsibility.
The thing about angry people is that they feed off conflict. They get you angry so they can respond with even more anger and it nourishes them. She had no absolutely no plan of action on how to deal with me patiently hearing her out then refuting her in the gentlest of terms.
Another thing that ended up helping down the line is that we made an attempt to conduct our own classes. I mean, they sucked and we didn't learn much because we were kids with no supervision, but it was really cute in retrospect. We'd have groups of people assigned to subjects, with some people bringing in words they found in a dictionary for spelling lists and others bringing in old 6th grade homework from older siblings. The heart was there and it served a purpose, if not educational.
"Okay, but how did no one else notice this was happening? Surely people would notice 14 kids sitting on the lawn, not in class?"
Rural school. Big. Empty. Fields. Even screaming at us, the most other classrooms would hear would be muffled voices, and everyone was used to hearing her yelling at us or taking us out onto the field abruptly to make us do laps as group punishment. Plus the way the school buildings were arranged was that it was actually all in one straight line of adjacent rooms, and ours happened to be at the very end of the building. No windows faced the field we all sat in except that of our own classroom. It was just a very lucky arrangement of coincidences and preconceived notions, at least for a couple weeks. I couldn't tell you the exact number, this was so long ago and as a kid I definitely had a more stretched idea of time. Minutes felt like hours, especially during that year. But there was definitely at least two weekends that passed by since the "sit-out protest" started.
Eventually someone cottoned on to what was happening, or maybe Mrs Bigmouth humbled herself and finally confessed to her boss that she had lost control of a bunch of 11-year-olds, so we were called into the principal's office to sort this out. As the representative of our class, I was of course chosen to attend the meeting, flanked by the girl who'd had the dictionary thrown at her head and my friend who was the first to sit out with me. Since I understood that this meeting was one where we were probably going to be yelled at for doing the wrong thing, a thing I had ample experience of, I felt like the easiest way to mitigate things (especially since I felt guilty for being the instigator) was to explain in a very rational and logical way the series of events that led up to our bad behaviour. As well, for my entire life my mother had always taught me that it was no good complaining about things unless you were also willing to think of solutions. "I'm hungry!" - "Well, what's a solution to that problem?" - "Uh, make myself a sandwich?" - "Great! Let's do that together!"
So what did I do? Of course, to make things as clean and concise as possible, I interviewed my class one by one to hear each individual story of why they didn't feel comfortable going to class anymore, itemised them under categories (Verbal Aggression; Interruptions of Lessons; Oversharing Student Life) for easier discussion because my little quirky brain loved itemising things, and then as a kind of olive branch came up with solutions (we wanted to finish lessons unhindered, we wanted our personal privacy to be respected, we wanted to be able to catch our bus on time rather than being held back with unfair DT or long "chats"). So many things sort of came together in this beautiful, wholly accidental way. We had months of records of timed rants and monologues, noted down to the millisecond thanks to that kid's stopwatch. We had records of us trying to teach ourselves during the protests, showing this wasn't us just not wanting to go to class but due to us feeling as though we did not have a class to go to. When the principal heard all this, her jaw it the floor. A lot of it was stuff she knew, peripherally, but things had just never been laid out so neatly before. Some of it was stuff we'd complained to parents about, but it was one kid coming home and telling one parent one time, weeks ago. There was no real sense, up until now, the sheer scope of her behaviour. She didn't even answer us. She just said, "Okay, I need to call your parents."
We got the rest of the week off school. That weekend, every parent of every student came to a meeting between them, Mrs Bigmouth, and the principal. Stories were swapped. My exercise book with my tidy little lists and the records of the betting pool and monologue times were confiscated and brought into the meeting. I don't know what went down, but when my mother came home she just told me that Mrs Bigmouth would not be our problem for the rest of the school year, and more importantly, that she was incredibly proud of me and that I did the right thing. Rarely in my childhood had my inability to integrate into normal society led me to doing the right thing, so I just remember crying and hugging and feeling vindicated about, I don't know, just existing or something.
So yeah. From the outside perspective here is what it looked like: I, the ringleader with a history of dismissing school rules, organised a sit-out strike amongst my class. I kept the protest peaceful and non-disruptive to other classes. When negotiations with the principal were finally arranged, as the representative I compiled a clear list of greivances, with evidence, and a list of reasonable demands. I mean, holy crap, yes, yes I clearly organised a student protest.
The actual results of it are mixed. We got a revolving door of substitute teachers of varying quality for the rest of the school year, occasionally being bundled into other classrooms entirely when they couldn't find someone. It wasn't a great learning environment and we continued to struggle a lot, but it was better than before. Mrs Bigmouth was not actually fired but put on leave for the rest of the school year, then returned and was put in charge of a different year level (which happened to be the class of the younger sister of a guy in my class: according to him, she was quiet as a church mouse that entire year so I hope at least she learned her lesson, or at least finally got divorced and went to actual therapy). The entire ordeal caused our already small and close class to become really really supportive and like family to each other and we all remain in touch until this day. And we became fierce about standing up for ourselves.
I kind of learned to parse the difference between when it was appropriate to go along with set societal rules even if I don't understand them, and when those rules were just straight up unreasonable and nobody should be required to follow them. I did, years alter, lead an actual (very small) strike at work but intentionally that time. My mother was proud of me then too. :)

Actually, this is my final word on this post:
I am sending much love from across the internet to every neurodivergent person who saw themselves in this story and a possibility of how being out of the ordinary can also mean being extraordinary. You are fantastic! You are fantastic! You are fantastic! I will say it three times so you understand the importance of it!

I live in a trailer and currently have a mouse problem, we where seeing about 1 every 2-3 days. But I've caught just 3 TONIGHT. I'm almost out of glue traps and I have some snap traps but they don't seem to be setting them off. We just have the small wood base ones, is there a cheap better version we should looks for?

I know I’m not the only one who hates mice. They’re disgusting and creepy. Well, I moved into a family friends shop apartment on a farm (so yeah, mice are probs more common out here), and I started noticing droppings. I know they’ve had them in the past, but caught several. After placing traps, I have only caught one and I have been SO hyper fixated and paranoid on there being more mice it’s literally making me insane 😂 I had a good long hour cry anxiety attack today because I’m tired of the worry of it. I get like scared to sleep in my bed. I do have a cat that sleeps with me. She’s always the one who alerted me to a mouse under stairs that she couldn’t get to, But still..
Yes, I have done everything I could (placed many traps, cleaned with bleach, have been immediately washing dishes, all food in the fridge or in Tupperware. Stuffed holes with steel wool and spray foamed some others) and I still cannot relax. It’s been 5 days with no new droppings and since catching 1 mouse. Just figured there’s always more than 1….
What do I do 🥲

Ok without attacking me I have a serious question. I currently have a mouse problem. We e sealed everything up as best we can but we get about 1 every 2-3 days. I live in a mobile home so it's just what comes with the territory I guess. Anyway I've been setting glue traps and catching them. I just throw the mice in the trash and they die. Is this bad? Should I just kill them? I know the Gods value nature but I can't have mice in my home, I have kids. Am I wrong for not killing them?

Disclaimer: I AM AWARE THAT A 6 MOVE FRUIT IS CURSED AND HORRIBLE TO LOOK AT. Aint no way bro got the B move💀
Fin:
Mythical Beast Type
Worth 5,500,000 Beli
Passives:
Moist Scales: While untransformed, water damage is 5 times slower. While transformed, water slowly heals the user, and all NPC’s and players currently in combat get the “Predatory Mark” curse, preventing them from spending too long outside the ocean. In this form, all moves are altered and 2 new moves and an M1 is added. The users jump while transformed is now much higher and launches the user in shark form out of the water, creating a splash which deals damage. In this form the user can go decent deep into the ocean, though the top fin will always be exposed. The Sharks dashes in water are long, and damage is reduced by 15% in this form. While not in contact with water (the ocean), this form takes slow overtime damage.
Moves:
0 M
[Z] Shark Jaw Chomp
The user sends a shark jaw out of their chest, which locks on to where the mouse was when the move was used. Once it reaches an enemy it bites down, dealing good damage and AoE damage to all nearby enemies.
Transformation Ver:
The shark user sends a giant ghost shark chomp from their mouth while actually chomping their mouth, which deals damage to enemies nearby. The ghost chomp can travel for 10 seconds before despawning, chomping down on any enemies it passes, which deals AoE damage.
120 M
[X] Seaborne Roar
The user roars loudly into the air for a second, dealing constant AoE damage in a large radius for 2 seconds. This breaks instinct.
Transformation Ver:
The shark user roars very loudly, stunning all NPCs and enemies currently in combat with the user for 1 second. This also does damage.
210 M
[C] Watery Grave
The user fires two water beams out of both hands, which collide where the mouse was when the move was used. If an enemy is hit, they take damage and get trapped in a water bubble for 4 seconds, which deals constant damage (though not as much as the actual ocean) before bubbling up and exploding, dealing AoE damage and flinging enemies near. The explosion breaks Instinct.
Transformation Ver:
The shark user charges up a water blast from their mouth for half a second before shooting it out, causing it to surface which makes a big splash travel across the surface of the water. If touched, it deals ocean damage. If near the splash, it deals one time damage.
315 M
[V] Transformation
The user transforms into a large shark, similar to the Terrorshark in size (slightly bigger) but looking more like an actual real shark.
Transformation Only Moves
[F] Raging Whirlpool
The user summons a giant whirlpool in the ocean above/below them which sucks in nearby enemies, specifically above. If they get caught in the Whirlpool, they have to dash or flash step to get out which can be tricky to do, as they are constantly being stunned and being rotated, while being sucked into the bottom of the ocean.
[B] Water Devils
The user summons 3 giant water twisters with mini sharks in them, which tend to move towards enemies. If an enemy is caught in one, it starts sucking them down into the water while dealing constant damage. This breaks instinct.
[M1] Chomp Bite
With a one and a half second cooldown, the user can chomp their jaws, which deals a small range of AoE damage.

https://comic.gamersunity.de/
Mouse&Babe is an obscure anime-styled webcomic that ran from 2008 to 2010 on the german videogame website, "gamersunity.de". The webcomic features a naïve rat with a USB on his tail and a voluptuous, attractive redhead woman. Most of the comics features the two in humorous situations related to videogames or pop culture that were trending at the time.
There were only 21 comics made, and there was a also an animation promoting the comic as well.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lI23xfOozXE
When you try to access comics 2 or 7 on the website, the website crashes with a "404 not found" screen, making comics 2, 7 and anything in between lost media.
From what I remember, the second to fifth comic was just the story continuing from the first comic, with the woman being trapped in a fashion show or something with the rat escaping the glass and saving the woman from an explosion. Comic six was the mouse attempting and failing to make food with the woman getting ready for the day. Finally, comic seven was several the woman and the rat in different wardrobes with the woman's clothes gradually revealing more skin with the final panel having both of them getting a huge upgrade with bright lights and heavy armor.
The artist is Asu ROCKS, who hasn't been active on youtube or on her website in a while. However, her last post on both instagram and twitter (or should I say "X") was last month. Here are her links. Thankfully, she does speak english being that this is a german webcomic im looking for.
https://www.youtube.com/@AsuROCKS
https://x.com/asurelle
https://www.instagram.com/asurelle/
It would be nice if someone attempted to find those missing comics. I have looked everywhere since the last time I saw them before the website crashed was either somewhere between 2015 to 2017.

So I fully use a controller on PS4 never touched xim or anything like that. I use a normal ps4 controller but I use 8% dead zones on both sticks because of stick drift with an old controller. I also sometimes play on PC but all my friends play on PS4 so I prefer to play there, my account is setup for both. I don’t know if either of those two reasons could be I got mouse trapped but I mainly just want to figure out how to get rid of it while still fully using a controller the whole time.