Mouse Hunt

We've been playing a frustrating game of kill the mouse at our house. The food in my pantry has gone into quarantine. We've removed all feed from the mouse's reach and he just keeps eating our bait without getting hit. At one point Eric was standing in the doorway of the pantry and said to me, "Pam, get me a broom handle so I can smash this thing with the end of it. I can't move from here because I'm making eye contact." First of all, I refused to let him use my broom - we all know this would gross me out for an eternity - and second of all mice don't make eye contact. After I searched for several panicky minutes for an alternative to my every day broom handle (further digesting the fact that there could be mouse guts spewing everywhere inside my food storage closet in a few short minutes), the little speedy gonzalez dropped eye contact with the big scary human and ran between his legs out of the pantry and under the refrigerator. UGH! These are the blessings of living on the edge of the country (something one of my friends who is moving may soon find out, I'm sure. :) love you...but you might have a pet soon after all).

TO BE CONTINUED...