I snapped my picture while we were out running errands. Finally getting mirrors for the house, for one thing. And for an appropriate arsenal.
Yes, arsenal. Last night, after the girls were in bed, we were looking at mirrors on Hobby Lobby's website when I saw it. A mouse. A MOUSE! Inside our house! From under the couch to the stove it dove.
For whatever reason we had a rat trap. Better than nothing, so Tim loaded it with peanut butter and accidentally set it off ... KAPOW! Oh yeah, ain't no rodent gonna survive that!
He set it by the stove and we waited. Yep, that's what we did with our Friday night. It didn't take long for the little stinker to come sniffing around ... It snuck up to the trap and leaned in for a taste ... I closed my eyes. As much as I wanted it gone I didn't want to witness the violence.
But there was no pop, and when I opened my eyes it was gone and the trap was still poised tensely ... ready to perform its grim duty. We eventually heard gnawings ... scrambling ... all the types of mousey sounds no one wants to hear as it made its way under the cabinets [shudder]. We searched for evidence of its presence and found mouse turds [yes, turds ... I hate that word but it is somehow appropriate for the clandestine nocturnal excrement of this unwelcome squatter] under the kitchen sink. Oh, you're comfortable here? Have a snack.
And snack it did. Apparently a rat trap is just a serving platter for mice. The peanut butter was gone but the trap was still set. Then I saw it. A mouse turd on our dining table. At Shelby's spot.
It's on. It's on like Donkey Kong. Those words actually came out of my mouth.
While I was ready to buy one of every kind of trap invented with the exception of sticky traps (too cruel) and live traps (too kind) we settled for regular mouse traps. With a little skewer so the booger has to give the desirable delectible a good yank. KAPOW!
I'll chalk last night up to making it comfortable ... so it doesn't suspect anything.