After discovering dog food in several places it does not belong,
we now believe there is a mouse in the house.
Upon hearing this, JMonster starts whispering at dinner,
"We should put mouse traps ALL over the house."
"Why are you whispering?"
"So the mouse won't hear me!"
After that he start squeaking and says, "I speak Mouse English!"
Four is such a fun age! You never know what you will hear Over Dinner...
UPDATE:
We put out some "humane" mouse traps. While watching television we hear one of them being moved.
Three of us adults go running to check if we have caught a mouse.
No mouse.
We open the coat closet and peek inside.
No mouse.
We poke at the coats.
Dog food comes raining down out of the coats! A bit like Chip and Dale, the Disney chipmunks!
We then search a bit more and find even MORE dog food hidden in out of the way places.
Now it is ON to find this little mouse.
3 comments:
It's just a little dog food. You can share.
One little mouse now in mousey Heaven. He was very small, so he must have at least one accomplice. Still searching!
"Here I come to save the day!"
Oh, sorry. Wrong mouse. :)
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