Well, since last report of declaring war on the mice, we have terminated (isn’t that a nicer word??) 9. Yes, 9. Ugh and Yuck! Tony dug under the cabinets again to see if there were any holes he missed and set 2 more traps. No mice the last two nights and I’ve heard no “mice dancing” before going to bed or when up during the night. Sammy set the trap off next to the fridge yesterday with a string of garland he was playing with…other than eating at Cheddar’s after church, I think that was the highlight of his day. Previously he’d gotten his finger caught not once, but twice, in the trap. Boys.
Funny thing is I went to look for my triangle of parmesan cheese last night and again this morning…nowhere to be found in the fridge. I had it out at some point a few days ago…so I’m thinking the mouse ran away with it. Lovely ending to the story, er, saga. Could be why there’s no more in the house – they carried the cheese away!
Let’s hope this is the end of this story!