OK, so we don't have a rat in the kitchen, but we do have a mouse, somewhere in the house.
We discovered this yesterday and have not mentioned it to Samson --- he freaks out about spider webs on the deck, so something tells me that real live vermin in our house might just traumatize him. Even more than our ill-conceived attempt to do his room in a Willard theme.
Needless to say, with my folks coming into town tomorrow for the holiday, this is not exactly the most convenient time to be infested. And I'm not really sure, since we have a cat, how this is even possible. As old and incontinent as Ishmael is, I always cut him a little slack because I assumed he was doing preventive work simply by his presence. But clearly he's been phoning it in.
So now I'm looking into giant bubbles for Jane to crawl around in. Maybe Travolta is selling his on eBay?
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Trust your old Uncle Tim and get some peanut butter, place it on a mouse trap and place the trap whermickee this lil fellow likes to gograzing after dark.
lil Mickey Jr cant resist that Peter Pan so he will be glad to cooperate.
According to Jeanne, the worse part of it is disposing of the trap ( with Mickey still attached) and getting the peanut butter off the cabinets
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