Looks cute, doesn't he? Yep. That's what I used to think too. Right after we moved in 7 years ago Smilin George had a little mouse, this cute, trapped in a corner of my office. I made him let the little fella go. I didn't tell Bob because I knew Bob would kill it. Bob hates mice. I thought I could catch him in a box or something and go turn him loose in the woods behind our house. For two weeks I tried to catch him and damned if he didn't outsmart me at every turn.


Then Bob spotted a mouse upstairs. His first words to me, "Look me in the eye and tell me you don't know anything about this."
"Um."
"That's what I thought. Just tell me this, how long have you been harboring this mouse?"
"Not long. Couple weeks, tops."
"Well, by now we have more than one. You never have just one mouse......." and so the "talk" began. I don't know how long it lasted....felt like days but it ended with...."We're going to Lowes for Decon." I fought him on this. I did not want to poison the little mouse. Just catch him and release. But Bob got his decon and 15 minutes after he put it under the sink ...... it was gone. The mouse had become mouSES and my nickname became...dirt for brains.

This weekend Bob and Lucy were out back when all of a sudden Bob comes running in happy as a clam and say's...."Lucy caught a mouse. She's the reincarnation of Pierre come back to me." (another story for another day and I'm the bad guy in that one too.)

Soon as he said it I remembered that I'd seen some little black pellets in the corner of the kitchen floor. I was a tad concerned because these cute little varmints do damage like this and worse. I know. I've seen their handywork.

Today I found pellets in my pot holder drawer. I tell you, when a critter poops in my pot holder drawer, I get pissed. But it was when I found the bottom eaten out of my creamer, the creamer they're not planning to carry anymore. My favorite creamer. The reason I have coffee in the morning. Well.........THAT MEANS WAR! I bought traps and some stuff they say is better than cheese or peanut butter. (I doubt it) I'm using all 3. We'll see which one catches the first mouse. I'm gonna break their little necks, reload, and break some more. NOBODY CHEWS THE BOTTOM OUTA MY COFFEE CREAMER!

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Labels: broken necks, chewed up walls, coffee creamer sabotage, mice