Inklizard's Random Ramblings

At 4:28 a.m, I heard the snap. It woke me from a sound sleep, and I knew. Somewhere in my kitchen, the mouse was dead. I didn't feel relieved. Somehow, I knew that there would be more than one. Much to my dismay, I was right. Earlier this afternoon, I heard another snap. This time, under the kitchen sink. Just now, more rodenty scuffling. I think the invasion is in full swing. Not that I'm not getting my catnip's worth out of Vitto, but I was really hoping he could have this taken care of quickly. Just had a meeting with him and... well... Me:  Vitto, I thought you were going to take care of my little problem. Vitto:  You think you got problems?  Last week my old lady dropped a litter... looked like the freakin' Tabby down the street, but I'M the one that's gotta take a little trip to vet. Me: Um. Sorry to hear that but back to the mouse infestation? Vitto: Yeah, about that. See, I can finish the job for you, but it's gonna cost you, see. Me: I a...

One mouse does not an infestation make. However, THIS house is not big enough for me AND The Mouse. The Mouse has to go. I know, he's only a little field mouse. If he were in a FIELD instead of my HOUSE, I wouldn't have a problem with him. The Dog used to be good at keeping critters out of the house. Once he caught a rat before it could nest in my laundry room. The down side was that he had the dead rat on his doggy bed. Daddy removed the rat, and Mommy burned the doggy bed. I can't have dead rat cooties near my dogs. What kind of conscientious pet parent would I be? But back to the mouse... at first, I just wanted him gone. Relocated safely back to the field, government check in paw. I also thought The Dog would take care of this little problem quickly. Then, I didn't just hear the mouse, I SAW the mouse. And of course, screamed like a little girl. I'm not afraid of the mouse, I'm just completely grossed out by his presence in my home. He's track...