All I’ve heard this morning is *groan* “he triggered the trap!”

*DISCLAIMER:  This post is not endorsed by, approved of, or appreciated by the entire organization of PETA or their affiliates.  If you are associated with PETA, I would pass on reading this post, because you will never speak to me again*

We have a mouse.  Or a rat.  Or something.  It’s in the basement and it ate some of our Easter candy yesterday.  Ew.

Terry, being the big brave man that he is, set a mouse trap for the bugger.  He tried to be extra clever by placing a piece of candy on it that came from the bag that the mouse got into.

This morning, Terry went down to check the trap and this is all we’ve heard since:

*grumble grumble grumble groan expletive grumble* “He triggered the stupid trap!”

I asked, “Did you catch it?”

I got a look in response.

Then he explained, “He ate half of the stupid candy and triggered the trap and got away.”

So I was obliged to ask, “Did it hurt him?”

Terry responded with “How would I know?”

I, being the intelligent woman that I am, drew him in with a long-winded explanation of how the mouse could have gotten bopped in the head by the trap, stunned and then passed out two feet from said mouse-trap.  Then, in a confused stupor, he awoke to a large (and very handsome) man peering at him, ready to toss him outside where he belongs.  But, being a crafty and ingenious sort, the mouse would dart away, stealing the rest of the candy from the reset trap and hide somewhere in the dark abyss that is the basement.

Terry is still staring at me funny.

In other news, my mother-in-law was making eggs for breakfast for herself and my father-in-law this morning… she cracked a regular egg and then a jumbo egg, which was apparently carrying twins!  She was so proud to share with everyone, so I wanted to share with you, because it was actually pretty neat.

I don’t know if I’ll post something for St. Patrick’s Day, because Terry and I are going to be cooking Loaded Baked Potato Soup and our Creamy Tomato Soup for a Soup and Salad night at church this evening, and since we do it from scratch, it takes a lot of time.

So if I don’t get back to you, Happy St. Patrick’s Day, if you celebrate.


2 thoughts on “All I’ve heard this morning is *groan* “he triggered the trap!”

  1. Happy St. Patty’s day to you. Peanut butter is the best thing that I have found for catching mice. We live in the country on 20 acres in a very old farm house. Those little buggers get in quite a bit in the winter.


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