We are mouse killers...

only because they are getting in our house.

Yup, we have mice. Or maybe only a mouse - time will tell.

We ripped down our deck last month and exposed a hole into our house from where the conditioner hose runs into our house. The hole was covered up by the deck, but when we tore it down, it became exposed.

Dave shoved insulation into the hole to prevent bugs from getting in. Then last week, we realized that some of the insulation was missing. I thought maybe a bird took some for a nest. Yes, I know it's fall and birds are heading south, but maybe there was a determined bird out there that wanted to stick around.

On Thursday or Friday we put some "Great Stuff" expanding foam in the hole. The next day there was a nice hole chewed through. Uh-ho, this is not good. We put some more Great Stuff in, and, again, it was chewed through. Then we saw little brown pellets in our laundry room and new for sure that we have little friends staying with us.

Dave went out and bought a couple of traps. We put peanut butter in them and put them in the basement. This was on Sunday AM.

*Caution - for those of you with weak stomachs, don't read the next paragraph.*

This morning, Dave went downstairs to check out the traps (I was out of the house getting an oil change). One was missing - MISSING! He looked and found it in the corner of the room. The mouse's leg was stuck. So, after grabbing our KITCHEN tongs, he filled a bucket of water, picked up the mouse (still in the trap) and dropped it into the bucket. Then he realized that he didn't put enough water in! So, he filled it more and watched the poor little mousy die.

It's hard to be killers. Really, mice can be cute. But we couldn't let it go, because as Dave said "He knew too much." Ha ha. :)