Mice Are Not Nice: Part Deux
Sixteen years ago, I was traumatized by a mouse. It has taken me that long to overcome my fear of opening the pantry door in my kitchen. To read the horrific details, you are encouraged to click on this link:
Fast forward to the present. A mutant mouse is on the loose in my house. He has avoided multiple traditional traps. There is now a five gallon bucket locked inside my writing assistant's (that would be Zeus, the wonder dog's) crate. You can see the cute ladder leading to the peanut butter treat, and hopefully, a fall through the trap door. Note to PETA: MM (short for Mutant Mouse, not Mickey) will be released into the wild or one unfriendly neighbor's yard, depending on my mood.
MM left evidence (no need for CSI, I trust you know what I'm talking about) in a kitchen drawer. MM consumed a whole bag of Ricola lemon sore throat lozenges, just leaving shredded paper wrappings behind. So now I have a drug addicted MM searching for his next fix. At least he doesn't have a sore throat!
Enter Terminix from Stage Right, expensively. I am done being humane!
How is this WW related? I received lots of activity points for jumping up and down on the two occasions of MM sightings. I'm avoiding the kitchen and food. And I consider this avoidance a NSV (non scale victory).
Please send any suggestions for mouse removal. Until next time, I could use a virtual hug or a calming comment.
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