So, I suspected that a mouse might have gotten in our house, and I've found confirmation today: mouse doo-doo and Fruit Loops scattered all through the cabinent with cereal and the utensil drawer, too.
Oh, ick, ick, ick, ick, ick.
I can handle snakes and all sorts of creepy crawly things, but not rodents.
I want it out of my house. I don't even care about painlessly. I just want it GONE.
The kids are appalled that I want to kill, and I quote, "One of God's creatures."
My response: "God's creatures are welcome outside. Where. They. Belong."
I have never wanted our bitter, angry cat back more than I do at this minute. I may ask the parents to bring her back from the farm for a week or so if we can't get rid of the rodent quickly. Ick. Ick. Ick. Ick. Ick.