Murder...part II

We have mice. Or... we had them.

I heard the scurrying of tiny mice feet a couple weeks ago, but without further evidence, I dismissed it as ghosts. (I'd rather have ghosts than mice any day.) Then yesterday morning I woke up and found mouse poop in my silverware drawer. A LOT of it. (Which sort of makes me wonder where they've been pooping up until Saturday night.) Anyways, Liv reminded me of a couple mouse traps in the garage, so I took matters into my own hands, setting the traps loaded with, what else-- cheese. Since I've never set mouse traps, and I was pretty sure only cartoon mice really like cheese, I never expected to actually catch anything. Imagine my surprise then, when, this morning, I found a (very large) mouse dead in one of my traps! (They DO like cheese!)

Once it registered that there was a dead mouse in the trap, I closed the door and ran away. I have a feeling it died a terrible death, by the looks of things. The picture is burnt into my head: the trap was snapped over his eyes, and there is a puddle of dried blood on the cheese from his nose. Oh, Gawd, how tragic.

First birds, then mice. Karma will catch up with me eventually, I'm sure of it.