Sorry Little Mouse

Last week I wrote about making soup on the GE Profile Dual Fuel Range.

One of the last steps in making the soup is stirring in the ham flavor packet. Because I made the soup during the week and didn't serve it until Saturday, I left the flavor packet on my counter. Saturday morning I found the packet with a hole torn in it underneath the cast iron grates that suspend pots above the gas burners.

Mice, I said. I was determined to rid my kitchen of mice. I went to Price Chopper and bought some $0.88 for a pair mouse traps and some Skippy Chunk peanut butter.

I went home and baited the traps. I went to Paddy O'Quigleys and sang karaoke, Happy Together.

I came home. The mouse traps had become mouse feeders. The traps I had lain carefully along what I thought would have been the Ho Chi Mouse trail, were all picked clean.

Sunday, I went out and bought the $4.85 traps. I placed them.

Monday morning I found the little guy. I was sorry that it had come down to this. I'm sure that the house was big enough for both of us and I would have happily let out my basement or garage to him for nothing. Actually, having the company was nice. But there he was, dead.

Luckily it was trash day and I gave him the Deffenbaugh funeral procession.

Sorry little mouse.