Mouse, mouse go away.

I live in the country and I have a huge field near my house. Every year when it starts to turn cold the teeny tiny little field mice come into my house seeking refuge from the cold... and food from the cabinets. This poses such a moral delimma for me and Mr Clean.

We are both animal lovers. Unlike alot of the men I know, my dear Mr Clean does not desire to be a great white hunter. All of our friends and relatives that are male pretty much kill everything the law allows them (which is fine for them). But we aren't like that.

Now, back to the mouse, or mice I should say. If they were ugly disease carrying city rats it would be no problem to snuff them out. But they are these insy-winsy, furry brown little things. Most of them are no bigger than a golf ball. They have these adorable little pink ears and these shiny little black eyes. They look like they should be a pet for someone.

Unfortunately for them I have two little boys in the house who spend most of the day crawling, rolling, and scooting across the floor. And I cannot bear the thoughts of my kids being where little mice have been. Or the little suckers getting into my cupboards and into my food.... so they gotta go.

I don't take any joy in this, but that's the way its gotta be. The upside to this is that my Mr Clean and I have a pretty traditional marriage. So killing little furry critters that are in our house clearly falls under his jurisdiction. tee-hee-hee. I can sleep good at night knowing that there will be no more little mice in the house and that I was not the one that had to snuff out the little boogers.