Sunday, November 14, 2010
Looking for Stuart Little
Guess what my husband is doing today? We have an unwanted visitor. Yesterday he set out mouse bait in traps around the outside of the house and this morning he went in with the big guns. The mouse trap with peanut butter. Creamy, not crunchy - it does make a difference, he says. He admits, "Everything I learned about hunting for mice I picked up from Tom and Jerry cartoons. Do we have any Swiss cheese with the really big holes in it?" "No", I said, " just peanut butter".
That was not a good idea so this morning he is researching how to set the traps and go in after it. Last night as we are trying to sleep, the mouse is chewing through the makeshift wall Joe put over the hole we had to cut to access some plumbing. His chewing was so loud that we had to sleep in another room. This morning we looked at the chewed hole and Joe said "I think we're going to need a bigger boat" (apologies to any Jaws fans).
So as I am writing this blog and talking to my big game hunter, Joe, when we hear a SNAP! I look at him and he says, "I will look at him later - maybe tomorrow". That's my hero.