Well, there have been no more mouse sightings in my house today. The traps are still out. My kids are still tip-toeing through each room, as if they expect some rodent to leap out at them. I'm cautiously optimistic that we have seen the last of the furry, little, diseased bastards.
I may be able to sleep a little more soundly tonight, instead of lying in bed, the covers pulled tight around my neck, listening to every faint rustle and thump in the darkness.
Or Saint Marty might take a sleeping pill.
|How about "arsenic"? Or "bubonic"?|
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