As we were unpacking the other day, Steve pulled something out of my seagrass basket and said, Look, your favorite thing! He was holding the mousetrap I bought in Scotland to murder vermin while I was pregnant. I was fairly appalled that Steve brought the dirty old thing to Canada. As he took the trap away to the kitchen, he said, I thought you'd be so happy to see it. It worked so well.
It did work well and now I'd like to forget about mice living in my home.
2 comments:
So would I. Too bad the whole living in the middle of fields thing isn't conducive to lack of mice.
I'd keep the murderous device, because it spells the end of mice,
but it's not very nice,
for the mice.
KWB
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