Mouse-tery

After we FINALLY arrived home from Christmas, we were unpacking things, and Andy walked into the kitchen.  He shouted back to me, asking if I had moved one of the mousetraps (we set two glue traps before we left).

Obviously, anyone with half a brain knows that I don’t go near anything that is remotely related to mice with a ten foot pole.

But there was a trap missing.  Like gone.

Andy grabbed the flashlight, and started peering under the stove and under counters.  But there was no mouse.  No trap.

It’s vanished into thin air.

So somewhere around here is a mouse with a glue trap attached to it, just toodling around.

The next time my husband wants a glue trap, I will remind him of this.

We are a kill trap only kind of family, thankyouverymuch.

And our next house WILL NOT have a woods right behind it.