Unwanted Visitors

The game Mouse Trap was cute when I was 7 and everything was made of plastic.

At 25, I don't enjoy a yucky varmint bumming real estate off us. We had noticed a cookie left upstairs in the game room mysteriously disappear not too long ago. Naturally, we blamed it on the dogs. Sneaks. Well, this morning Bo noticed a cup of sunflower seed shells left on the coffee table knocked over onto the floor. Huh? Dogs hadn't been upstairs since he left it there. Then, Bo hears something upstairs, I had heard something upstairs - a mouse. It had to be.

Being as intolerant as I am of critters, I immediately bought out Walmart's supply of rat catchers. We set two of them in the garage and actually already caught one. The best outcome one be one rat chillin' in the garage during the day, then climbing up through the wall at night. I hope. We have these outlet plug type plates in the dry wall upstairs where you run wires through the back of the wall when you mount a flat screen. We hadn't gotten around to mounting everything and assume the rodent is climbing through that hole up to the game room. Has to be.

So, traps will be set tonight in anticipation of his arrival.

Worst part is, our guard dogs aren't alerting us to the intruder! They better not be in cahoots with each other - traitors.

Best part is, my husband's studliness increases and he disposed of the trapped rat like a champ. As far as I'm concerned, he's worth his weight in gold for saving me from the tiny terror.