As Erica previously reported, we recently had a mouse take up residence in our home. This is one of those events that goes on my list of "Things that truly make me feel like a home owner," especially since we were successful in eliminating the problem.
It's amazing how quickly one can move from reticence about killing a living creature to what - let's face it - pretty much amounts to blood lust. All it takes is a healthy portion of mouse droppings in the pantry and regular holes in the wrappers of your favorite foods to get those internal fires burning.
Still, it's easier to talk about this event in kinder, gentler terms like those chosen by my lovely wife, who noted "We paid our respects to the mouse that had been enjoying the fruits of our pantry."
"Paid our respects" is code for "looked at the dead mouse after we dropped it in the trash can."
(You don't want to look, but you have to. At least I had to. Erica just asked me to take out the trash.)
Continuing the kindler, gentler theme surrounding our efforts to evict the uninvited house guest, I composed the following limerick:
There once was a mouse in our home,
Who through the pantry would roam,
We set out a trap,
Soon it went snap,
And now that old mouse is gone.
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