To each his own. To me my own.

Oh, Snap

Well, trap #3 got the prize. Ewwww. (That’s not MY arm, by the way.)

Aside from the pressmen, I’m the first person in the office in the mornings. I haven’t screamed out loud for a while now – I guess it’s good to exercise the ole’ vocal chords once in a while! Poor little guy. We figure he’s got a sibling running around here somewhere too, so I don’t think the coast is clear just yet.

It reminds me of a short story my very talented grandmother wrote about ‘Odell the Mouse’. I’m gonna have to find that in my archives at home and repost it someday. RIP, Mr. Mouse.


8 responses

  1. Mom~

    I hope you do! RIP little one ..

    November 9, 2011 at 9:49 am

    • Bonnie

      Yeah, I’m gonna have to look for that one. 🙂

      November 9, 2011 at 4:21 pm

  2. Ewww!

    November 9, 2011 at 10:45 am

    • Bonnie

      Agreed, Vix – haven’t had much of an appetite today after this morning’s find. 😦

      November 9, 2011 at 4:22 pm

  3. I found your blog. 🙂

    By the way , What is this? Is it related to music?

    November 10, 2011 at 8:20 am

  4. Bonnie

    I’m sorry for the confusion, Cocomino. 🙂 I had decided to change my user name to match the name of my blog. It changed the entire web address.

    November 10, 2011 at 8:48 am

  5. I feel guilty when this happens. But hey, they are serious disease carriers esp their droppings.

    November 10, 2011 at 8:29 pm

    • Bonnie

      I do too, Carl. I keep thinking of Mr. Jingles in The Green Mile. The exterminator gave us two options – the traps or the glue boxes. I couldn’t fathom disposing of one while it was still alive. 😦

      November 11, 2011 at 9:57 am

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