We have a little critter visitor who has make himself quite at home now that the weather turned cold. Or should I say, was quite at home until the recent past. I like to think that the last thing through his mind was "Oh, peanut bu....!" which is the least I could do for any of God's little furry creatures. Andrew took on the manly man role of disposing of the remains this afternoon, for which I am ever grateful.
Peanut butter works for mice, perhaps better than cheese, oddly enough. But, yes, I have to say that when I've found the remains in Mom & Dad's bonus room, I relayed the information to Dad, thinking he was better equipped than me for the final stage.
ReplyDeleteMouse? eeeew. Elijah? Cuuute!
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