Wanna know what's so exciting about this picture?
It's the fact that the arrow is pointing to the red line...the mouse dead section.
We've had a little issue this week. A mouse (or mice?!) decided that our house was her new summer vacation resort. How do I know it was a girl? Hmmm, well she had a whole pantry of food to choose from, and her choice was the Chips Ahoy double chocolate chip cookies. The next night we offered a little cheese (hidden in a trap.) Didn't want that. She chose the Oreos as her comfort food. I told Larry he was dealing with a mouse with PMS and he had to speak her language. You know, the language of women with PMS...chocolate. Oreo bait = one dead mouse. I'm thinking death by chocolate has an all new meaning for me, and that dying while covered in Oreo crumbs is quite possibly the best scenario if you gotta go. Whaddya think, ladies?
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