We have a mouse, albeit a good mouse since he lives outside in the hot-tub. Regardless, he still scurries around tormenting the cats who sit on the chaise staring obsessively out the window. Every now and again they'll "kitty pounce" (sorry, WoW joke there) over to the sliding glass door in the hopes they can magically get outside for a snack.
Now my husband (from now on lovingly referred to as "DH") is obsessed too. It started out as an innocent need to get rid of the mouse and has turned into a test of wills to see who as the larger IQ.
So, out goes the mousetrap. Placed strategically in the repetitive path that the mouse always takes to taunt the cats. SNAP! Springs the trap. Out races DH to clean up the mess, only to stop dead in his tracks when he see's that the trap is sprung, peanut butter is gone but there's no dead mouse.
It happened for the 5th time yesterday. DH must be getting closer to his goal though since this time he at least caught a tuft of hair...
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