The Cheese Stands Alone

SNAP! Hard footsteps pound towards the noise as I escape.

Heart throbbing, I scurry behind the wall and out of sight, tasting the prize but unable to swallow it.

“Little bastard gets the cheddar every time! I give up. Call an exterminator.”

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    HAHA! We use glue traps, though I don’t like them because they aren’t quick and painless… Thankfully, Hubby manages those things so this gal doesn’t have to. Hopefully your guy for hire took care of your little problem!

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    So clever to put the whole picture in so few words. Yes, they almost always DO get the cheese, little buggers!

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    I am so not a fan of mice and would so be calling an exterminator here to be completely honest, but give you A for effort for even trying with traps and cheese!

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      I’d send Hubby in first, but if that didn’t work in like an hour (while I’m out shopping), the exterminator would be my next call!

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