I got 5 more traps yesterday. We had seven total set last night. Nary a one was set off this morning.
I made it through church without a bevvy. I got Aunt Visor's big-gulp-in-a-big-bag technique after I got home from church but I will definitely be using that in the future.
Gty is home.
Last night as I was quietly sitting in our family room reading Midnight Sun on my laptop, a widdle mouse ran across the floor right in front of me. Luckily my feet were up on the ottoman at the time. Are they becoming desperate fools a the ends of their pitiful ropes? How have I NEVER seen one before and now, after aiding and abeting the murders 7 of them, does one run across my floor????? I have to admit that it was kind of cute though. I imagined it running on a little wheel in a cage full of sawdust and I wasn't as freaked out as I probably should have been. Don't get me wrong, I'm not getting all soft here. Quite the contrary. This just upped the ante. Or kicked it up a notch. Either way, Jerry must die.