Thinking Out Loud

It’s been 3 days and my hunt has not been successful at all.

My new little buddy (more than likely it’s buddies) have not been enticed in the slightest by the sweet aroma of stale peanut butter on a spring loaded dinner plate.

According to reliable sources (as reliable as the internet is) I may have a shy mouse. My brother, on the other hand, suggested that I may have a rejected and depressed mouse. Either way, it appears the mouse has severe emotional problems, and in my opinion should be put out of his misery. Read the rest of this entry »

I have a mouse in my house. Or a fast fuzzy cockroach. He (or she) is not a welcome guest, and scared the poop out of me when it scurried across the floor.

And we all know that one mouse means more than one. So I guess that mice traps are on my shopping list tomorrow. Or a cat. Read the rest of this entry »