In a previous life I had the best cat. The most loviest, purring, sweetest, toothless cat.
*sigh* But I traded him in for a husband. Seriously.:)
Tonight while perusing inter-blogging friends' blogs, what do I see but a little grey mouse climb into our fireplace!!!!! The little jerk. He keeps peeking out at me.
I wish I had a cat!!
So, as every strong woman would do, I put on my black and pink rain boots, marched out to the garage and told my sweet husband that there are mice in our house.
He's on his way to purchase traps. It's 10pm here.
I wish Petland was open.
I want a cat!
This morning two of the little rodents have been caught.
Hot damn & hallelujah!
Poor W though....he sat at the deck doors, staring out the window at the trap talking to the mouse. Not THAT morbid everyone! It's one of those trap them alive traps, with a glass window on the top which is why W could see the little rodent in there....enjoying his new condo. Gah! It's my favorite husband's job to "set him free".
The one caught in the fire place? That happened before W & I started our day and thankfully it was not a humane trap. The peeping mouser....fixed his little red wagon.
Hopefully, his buddies got the message and have not moved in.