Hate and War

Yesterday's post was called Love and War. Today's, hate and war. No, this has nothing to do with marriage, well, not exactly. Lets begin the story with this little but very significant fact, my wife hates mice. A mouse is the worst thing. So, just last week our friends Jeff and Chelby were staying across the hall from our apartment and started noticing mice. We set out a glue trap and they ended up with 2 mice on the same trap. In the middle of trying to catch their mice, we explained to them that we had never seen a mouse in our apartment. Well, Sunday morning, our bread had been vandalized by something and the work resembled that of a mouse. I, as her hero, went straight to work and this is how the story progressed.

Sunday Night - Glue trap with peanut butter - No Mouse

Monday Night - Glue trap with peanut butter and one of Keri's fabulous pumpkin cookies - No Mouse

Tuesday Night - 1 Snap trap with cracker, 1 snap trap with macaroni (he had also opened a bag of macaroni) and 1 snap trap with bread. - bread was eaten, cracker was nibbled, and no mouse

Wednesday Night - We now know he likes bread, 3 snap traps with bread but stuck on with peanut butter as to not make it so easy to steal off the trap. - Eats the bread and no mouse

This is the part of the story where you see the hero with his back against the wall, beaten, battered, and defeated. His pride crushed, his will broken! But, then he thinks of his damsel in distress and finds anew the will for one last battle.

Thursday evening - The same bread that has now become a nightly snack for our little friend on 2 of the traps. But, now it is tied on to the snap trap with sewing thread as to not let it be so easy to steal. Now thats smart. Bring it on Jerry!

Later Thursday evening - SNAP! VICTORY!