The other day I walked into the downstairs washroom and found a little surprise in the toilet....a little mouse. I reacted the same way anyone would....I freaked out. The poor little guy somehow managed to climb into the toilet, where he took his last breath. Cameron promptly went to Home Depot and spent Kalea's college fund on mouse traps, sticky tape to catch mice, mice repellent, and any other 'death to mice' devices. A few days passed, and not a mouse in sight. We were satisfied that victim #1 was just a freak incident. Last night however, Cameron was putting the stroller into the garage when he heard a little "squeak". He checked one of his zillion mouse traps and found victim #2. This morning: victim #3. Now I have to say, we are not heartless mouse killers with no feelings or emotions...we do feel bad...a little. They are kinda cute and their little squeak sounds like a plea for help...but just when I feel empathy for the little mouse, I imagine and giant mouse crawling across Kalea's crib...and all my love of the mouse turns to disgust. We will keep you posted as to our future findings...hopefully the mice have gotten the word out to their other little mice friends..."don't go to that house...there is a mouse killer there!"
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