Do you remember Pixie and Dixie from the Huckleberry Hound cartoons? They were wretched, horrid, cutesy little monsters, and I always agreed with the (hopelessly idiotic) Mr. Jinx. I too hated meeces to pieces.
Today I REALLY hate meeces to pieces. Both kinds.
I hate Pixie, or whatever the dratted mouse's name is who decided to die in the wall somewhere between the downstairs and the upstairs and treat me to several days worth of the scent of his demise and its aftermath.
And I hate Dixie - the dying mouse attached to my computer. Random mouse outages are not conducive to study, writing, web surfing, or spider solitaire. And never you mind which one I'm doing more of today.