We've been joking for a few months about having rats/mice in our pantry, as Husband sketched one of each for me there. The rat is reading the newspaper, and the mouse is reading (one of my) books.
Cute, huh?
Then a few days ago, when I got a coffee cup out of the pantry, what did I see?
Mouse poop!
Life imitating art, I reckon.
Husband set a few traps with yummy cheese and peanut butter, but they weren't touched.
There was a good sized piece of...something that had been drug between the mugs. Husband investigated. Chocolate.
After another night of not taking the bait in the traps, I told Husband he was going to have to bait it with chocolate.
"She's going to have babies in the pantry the next thing you know."
Wait a minute, said he. "How do you know it's a female?"
"Hello? Chocolate!" Because that morning we had found a Hershey's Kiss she had dragged between the mugs to nibble on.
So, reluctantly, he baited the trap with a kiss.
Bingo.
Hoisted with her own petard.
R.I.P, Miz Mouse.
