A-mousing we will go...

Last night, I heard one of the coolest noises my wife has ever made. I don't know how to describe it, and I certainly couldn't copy it, but it was neat.

Unfortunately, it was uttered because she had just seen a mouse scurrying across our kitchen floor. So we dug pots and pans out of the cupboard it had invaded, chased it around until it escaped downstairs (boy, can those things move), and then set some traps. This morning it had licked the peanut butter off the traps, but managed to avoid setting them off. It had also chewed extensively on the old towel that Terra had stuck under the door at the top of the stairs. It appears the best food is in the kitchen (go figure).

So this morning, we reset the traps and cleaned out the cupboards, throwing out a lot of things that it had infiltrated. We got the seven mice who were in our van, so I'm pretty confident that we'll get this guy!

I'll keep you posted.