{I hesitate to blog about this, since many of you have trips planned to visit us over the next few months, but here it is anyway.}
We are at war right now. Not the war in Iraq - the mouse war. Scott is the General and I guess I would be the journalist covering the war because I am incapable of baiting the traps nor disposing of our victims when we are successful in catching a little rodent. Apparently, there is a small village of mice living in our storage room in the basement. Our ammunition is good old-fashioned mouse traps loaded with peanut butter. So far we are 9-0 with no prisoners of war.
We've actually had a conversation about installing (hypothetically) a motion sensitive 'mouse cam' to: 1) see where the little buggers are getting in; and 2) figure out how they are able to eat all the peanut butter off the trap and still manage to get caught.
We have not gone Caddyshack crazy over the mice, but we do have a separate peanut butter jar in our pantry labeled "MICE ONLY". This problem is definitely one of the things they don't cover on any of my HGTV home ownership/realty shows.
Next Step: Buy a really big cat.
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