I
absolutely
hate
it
when
getting
rid
of
the
bodies
makes
you
late
for
work
on
a
Monday
morning.
It's
even
worse
when
one
of
them
isn't
dead
yet.
I'm
talking
about
the
mice
of
course.
I
set
out
traps
last
night.
I've
been
finding
their
little
"presents"
all
over
the
house.
My
kleenex
box,
my
sock
drawer,
on
the
kitchen
counter,
etc,
etc.
We
heard
a
"snap"
about
2am.
I
woke
up
to
see
one
of
the
dogs
walking
around
with
the
house
and
the
trap
in
it's
mouth.
(Yechhh!)
She
presented
"her"
trophy
on
the
dog
bed.
Great!
Get
rid
of
the
body,
wash
the
dog
bed,
and
wash
where
the
dog
brushed
against
me.
It's
now
3
am
and
I'm
wide
awake.
Got
up
this
morning
(late
of
course)
and
checked
the
other
traps.
One
was
missing,
the
one
behind
the
couch
in
the
office.
I
moved
the
couch,
there
was
the
body.
No
trap
to
be
seen.
I
get
the
gloves
on,
pick
up
the
body,
and
it
kicks.
Eeeek!
Wounded,
but
not
a
kill.
I
get
a
box,
flip
him
into
it,
wrap
it
in
a
bag,
and
out
to
the
trash
he
goes.
Now
I
sit
at
work
wondering
if
the
critter
brushed
up
against
my
clothes
or
some
such
while
picking
it
up.
Not
likely,
but
the
"what
if"
is
gonna
be
in
the
back
of
my
mind
all
day.
Simply
lovely.
What
great
exposure!!
Two
down,
I
wonder
how
many
to
go?
