We’ve been going through another mouse influx and after 28 tiny executions I thought we were done.  The rodent slayings slowed to a trickle with today’s coming after two days of silence among the four traps placed.  I popped open the cabinet and grabbed the trap containing the last scion of the Robinson’s mus line.  I felt bad for a minute thinking the little bastard had died alone after we picked off his family one by one terrorized by hunger after clearing out the food cabinets until I heard a rustling behind me.  I turned to a see a mouse in my dog Max’s food bowl.  He jammed a few pieces of kibble into his mouth and jumped back through a hole in the kick space.

Until I find a way to have Max eat around a mousetrap it appears I’m limited to killing the dumb ones.  War is hell.