I'm getting ready to do some yoga and this tiny man the size of a rodent runs across my mat! Holy smokes! He runs across my mat again, and I grab him. I'm holding him upside down, and he's flailing around. I call the exterminator company, and the ladies over there are asking me to do some weird things to this rodent to see what kind of spray they should bring. The women tell me that I have to jerk him off and collect a sample of his little cum. I reluctantly do it. Then they tell me I will have to taste it right off the tiny cock, to tell me if it tastes like licorice. Again, she says, this will indicate what spray they need to bring, I really need to get these pesky things out of here, and they are the professionals, so I go ahead and taste the tiny load of cum off the tiny man. Which is very difficult because he is very sensitive now and he's squirming so much! I hear them laughing and realize they have been playing a joke on me the entire time. They don't believe me. I finally realize I need to take matters into my own hands.