The Mouse Trap Part One
Our basement looks like a scene from Home Alone. There are mouse traps, strings, laser beams and a 50 foot pit with a web over the top. Ok, I may be exaggerating a little, but since I'm too scared to go down there the thought is comforting.
Last night Grumpy came home with a little plastic mousetrap, some liquid to attract the mouse to it and some sticky doo dads that the mouse would stick to if he trod on them.
After 15 minutes of thumping and yelling Grumpy returned to the family room where I was standing on the sofa.
"Well, did you get him?" I asked, trembling.
"Don't be silly, I've only just set the trap," he complained. "Do you know how difficult this is to do? It kept going off and I had to reset it. Look at how bruised my finger is."
Last night Grumpy came home with a little plastic mousetrap, some liquid to attract the mouse to it and some sticky doo dads that the mouse would stick to if he trod on them.
After 15 minutes of thumping and yelling Grumpy returned to the family room where I was standing on the sofa.
"Well, did you get him?" I asked, trembling.
"Don't be silly, I've only just set the trap," he complained. "Do you know how difficult this is to do? It kept going off and I had to reset it. Look at how bruised my finger is."
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