I'm home from spending the weekend with my grand-fabulous-daughter, fabulous son and fabulous daughter-in-law. My intention was to call my dad to check the mouse sticky disgusting trap thingys before I got home, but decided to suck it up and check them myself when I got home.
The traps were empty and I don't quite know how to feel about that. I have thoroughly enjoyed all of your mouse stories. I am currently spending 99 percent of my time upstairs, which is dumb because mice can, no doubt, climb stairs. To get our minds off of mice for a moment (as though that were possible), here are some videos of The Magnificent Ava.