So, I think there’s a mouse in my house.
It has started off small, a nibble in something here. The sound of a scurry there. I could never catch him, but he never stayed more than a day at a time.
Kris calls him my house pet. Can I take him to the pound?
Then this morning, about 6am, I heard my little friend loud and clear. Upon investigation, I found that he had eaten an ENTIRE roll of Lifesavers – wrapper and all!
And, being the polite little rodent he is, kindly moved my package of thank-you notes from the living room, into the middle of the kitchen. And yes, he left his toothy signature.
Methinks this Lifesaver and thank-you note eating critter is not little mouse after all…