Oh Snap!

We caught a mouse yesterday.

I used to equate having mice with being dirty. I was so naive. The little fellas just want to be warm. I can appreciate that as I like to be warm too. Nonetheless, they’re simply not welcome here.

I leave traps out all year round in the basement, and I check them once a week or once a month or once a quarter.

A spring trap got yesterday’s mouse. However, I can’t understand why he went for the prize because the cheese that was on there was literally over a year old and as hard as a fossil.

That’s a desperate tummy, I do believe.

Do you ever receive unwanted visitors?