Is it bad that I feel such glee that we came down this morning to find a...how shall I put this delicately...a really dead mouse. Dead. Like with little x's over his eyes...not that I got close enough to see the little x's. I was too busy dancing a jig!
Our little rodent met his (or her?) maker in a trap in the closet. Now, of course, everything in there still needs to be washed, but I'm feeling a sense of victory. I know, God's creature and all. But have I told you that I. Hate. Mice?
So, one down...and here's to hoping that he (or she?) doesn't have a posse or a family or a crew waiting in the wings. Or the closet.
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Rats!
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