Well, not exactly a problem.
We just didn't want to live with them anymore.
Ed pulled out our trusty trap and searched the fridge for the tastiest of baits. He even consulted me on the options because we all know that I am well versed in "desirable mouse morsels". We both agreed that a dollop of Cambazola would do the trick.
He went down to the basement and set the mousetrap.
That was three years ago.
The other day, I looked underneath one of the storage shelves and noticed some fluff from The Kids dress-up clothes.
Except it wasn't fluff.
It was three year old mouse.
I guess that explains why we haven't had any mouse problems in a while.
Say three years.
Truth be told, I've known about the "pile of fluff" for a while. For arguments sake, let's say two years, 11 months. Every time I go down to the basement, I see the fluff and think that it's a rogue feather boa. Because, yes, we have a lot of rogue feather boas around here. And every time, I come back up and either remind Ed about the mouse or forget about it. Kind of like that mosquito carcass on my wall.
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