So I thought there was a leaf in the floor in the kitchen, and it turns out
it was a mouse.
Yes. A mouse.
I had a mouse in my hand.
Surprisingly, I set it down.
IT scurried under the fridge.
B and I will be setting up traps with peanut butter on them.
P.S. We will set them out while the boys are in their kennels. I mean, can you imagine one of them all hokey pokey, mouse traps on noses? Er, or on cowboy boots? rar.
Is it wrong that I love mieces to pieces?
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