When Farmer H got home Wednesday evening, I asked about the mouse he had caught.
"Was it a cute little field mouse, with the big ears?"
"It was FAT! And it wasn't even in the trap! The trap had went off, but the mouse was laying up against the car door. I guess maybe it snapped on him, and then he died."
"I hope that's the only one!"
"I bet there's more. When there's one, there's going to be a bunch."
"No. We never had them like that when they got in the house. Just the one, and we'd trap it. Except maybe when you had them in the bathroom light/fan, coming down from the attic."
"If a mouse can get its head in, it can get in."
"Yeah, like when they'd come in under the door, because the weatherstripping let you see daylight."
"I bet there's more."
"It only started on Monday, when I noticed my tissue was torn up. And again on Tuesday. Then you caught it! So I haven't seen any signs of a mouse before then."
"I'll set the trap again, and we'll see."
The good news is that there was nothing in the trap on Thursday morning! I'm hoping this mouse was one-and-done. Still, I might drive with a set mousetrap on the floor of T-Hoe for a few days. Oh, wait! I'll need to warn The Pony, for our Errand Day on Friday.
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