Friday, December 31, 2004

Mice: seven down, more to go.

A mouse stumbled into a live trap last night and spent the night in a plastic prison. I released it into the wild this morning. That was mouse seven for this season, and I was hoping it was the last (silly me, I always hope that).

Minutes ago we spotted another one well away from the kitchen.

After a brief search with a flashlight, I left it alone, but our dog has more patience. After I sat down, he pounced on something. We couldn't tell if he actually ate the mouse, but we still can't find it.

Which do I prefer? Doggy tummyache or mouse infestation? I suspect we'll have both.
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