Mouse!

We live in a house that is about 6 feet from a corn field. Obviously it isn’t planted right now, so mice have to look for somewhere else to go - often that is a house/garage. Several weeks ago I saw my first mouse since we moved in, thankfully it was only in our garage though - I can live with that. This week I opened the cabinet under our bathroom sink and saw the awful sign that a mouse had been wandering around... droppings. We have not met this mouse yet but I am going to go on a whim and assume he (yes a he) is evil and that it needs to be destroyed. 

We went out and bought a few mouse traps, loaded them with peanut butter and now we wait. So far we haven’t caught him, but rest assured the husband has been checking the trap often for me :)

I hate mice. Side note... Once when I was in 3rd grade (again lived out in the middle of no where) I was at school and discovered a mouse had found its into my bookbag. I was disgusted and then later horrified when my teacher gave us all an assignment to write about how the mouse could have gotten into Jacklynn’s bookbag... yep - true story.