Mrs. Frisbey?

Jan 25, 2006 23:30

Okay, so apparently I do not simply have a mouse or two at my humble abode. I believe that NIMH has found a new home.

A mouse - little, grey-brown, tailed creature - walked out into my living room yesterday evening and mocked me. Just stood there and looked at me. Today at lunch I informed my co-workers that I had a murder to commit and that I was going for supplies. It might say something about me that no one raised an eyebrow one way or the other - although I was asked if I was taking requests. Nevertheless. I went to Home Depot. I bought traps. I came home. I set the traps.

Just before I was to leave for an appointment to get my sodding taxes figured one of the traps snapped. I was literally at the door. I looked over, saw a mouse in the trap, wiggle, squeak, no more movement. I was going to be late so I decided I would deal with the vermin when I returned.

One hour later I was back. The TRAP and THE MOUSE were GONE! Yes, both of them. No it wasn't dragged just an inch or two. I scoured the room and the surrounding ones. GONE.

Timothy?

Should I be afraid of a frontal assault now?
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