A bit of our life, in words.

So apparently we have little field mice (from the field behind us, very ironic) in our attic. So naturally we bought some mouse traps and I loaded two of them up with peanut butter and set them up there and waited.

A day later I check, and the peanut butter has been licked clean and the traps didn’t go off. Tricky little fellows.

So I got some cheese this last time, and wedged it in the part of the trap that they trip, assuming that they’d try to grab it and pull it out and trip it; and so I waited…

This morning I checked to find all 4 traps cleaned out but still ready for action.

Of course you know, this means war.