These harmless little creatures can make me scream like a . . . like a girl. I isolated a noise that I assumed was a mouse stuck inside a pot in the basement. I am slighty embarrassed to admit that I did not even have the nerve to open the lid and peer inside. Instead, I called in the "critter abatement team" who quickly confirmed my hunch and took care of the innocent rodent.It's one of those fringe benefits of marriage. That is HIS department. Mouse traps give me the creeps, dead mice make me squirm, live mice hopping around in a pot send me over the edge. Thank you dear husband for coming to my rescue.
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