We're snatchin' up field mice like clockwork. It's totally gross but at least we're getting rid of them. Actually, doubtful. I'm sure we'll have this problem as long as we live in a field (practically).
Anyway, the traps are set with our delicious Peter Pan Honey Roast Crunchy peanut butter and the mice can't resist it.
This morning as Keith and I were trying to get the courage to wake up and get out of the bed, I heard a SNAP! from somewhere far off in the house. Ewww! Gotcha!
Needless to say, I don't like entering the house after work by myself until Keith gets out the flashlight and "checks the perimeter".
I feel like Eva Gabor on Green Acres.
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so i grew up in a field and i know exactly how you feel. i dealt with this growing up...and rodents are my biggest fear! i just have shoes around at all times :)
Hey, remember when your mom and dad were having mice troubles. We were over one night and your dad caught when in a trap, it was either in the laundry room or in the pantry. Too funny! Love you guys!
Whoops, it supposed to say "your dad caught one in a trap..."
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