Friday, November 11, 2005

Squeak at the Devil

So, we had a small garden mouse in our kitchen for a while (better than a giant spider anyday). I went to corner store for some traps. The guy pressured me into getting this contraption. That's right, the trap's name is "Lucifer". It's as big as your forearm. I decided to go for happier sounding deathtrap- "The Big Cheese". Mr. Mouse is now no longer with the living. But I suspect our kitchen is haunted by his tortured cheese nibbling soul.