I promise this will be the last post I do about rodents for a long time. Hopefully.
So last I left you, I was battling to get upstairs after my "run in" with a mouse. Well I am pleased to report that I made it upstairs and, after hitting the bathroom, camped out on the couch until Dennis got home from his bowling league. As soon as Dennis stepped in the door, I recounted the horrid situation and he immediately went downstairs to find a trap and take care of the situation. *swoon*
After about 5 minutes, I hear a bunch of commotion in the basement and as I get closer to the basement stairs, it's Dennis yelling "I got him! I got him!" I get down to the basement and see Dennis with a very, very large peanut butter jar in hand and a deceased mouse in a grocery bag.
Results from the autopsy indicate cause of death as blunt force trauma.
I didn't get too many details and, truthfully, I don't care very much - the mouse is gone and if Dennis wasn't king of the castle before that night, he sure is now. :)
3 comments:
Too funny, brings back many unpleasant memories of dealing with my past rodent situation!
What would we do without our husbands!
I am so glad that is all taken care of now, but I'm nervous with fall coming right around the corner that others could come in from wherever that one came in! Ew!
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