I had 'em! I'd heard the rattle of the roasting pan, had very quietly went to it, cookie pan in hand,had slippeditoverBam! Mouse caught. Did a happy dance, nyeah, nyeahed and "in your faced the mouse. Then I opened the door, sat down in the doorway and uncovered the pan.
..The lil fucker hopped out onto my lap, over my arm and back into the house. I barely held back a roar of rage(kids were sleeping). That's twice I've bin within stabbing/crushing/ripping tearing/smothering/mutilating/braining/disecting/squashing.."Of course you realize this means war!" Speaking of cartoons I'm beginning to feel like Tom in Tom & Jerry.
I'm being bested by a mouse! (sob!) Daughter made me a lovely picture frame today, think I'll just focus on that.
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