Spoke too soon. I woke up this morning, and as I was tweeting my victory, I thought I heard something in the kitchen. That's right, there was a second shooter mouse.
Time for another burial at sea.
This one was stuck in the sticky trap under the fridge. It was an even sadder sight than the night before because he was also still alive but was lying on his side with his head resting on the peanut-butter-covered oatmeal square bait like it was a pillow. Can't talk about it anymore.
Carolyn, once again, I'll replace your Tupperware containers.
Let's hope this is the last casualty. This time the disposal involved less tears - I've been hardened by war.
Time for another burial at sea.
This one was stuck in the sticky trap under the fridge. It was an even sadder sight than the night before because he was also still alive but was lying on his side with his head resting on the peanut-butter-covered oatmeal square bait like it was a pillow. Can't talk about it anymore.
Carolyn, once again, I'll replace your Tupperware containers.
Let's hope this is the last casualty. This time the disposal involved less tears - I've been hardened by war.
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