Last night, after dinner I was in our bedroom reading. I had been in there a good long while, and heard Ronald walk back and forth, and outside and in, before he finally came into our room.
He said, "Well, there's good news and bad news."
I looked over and said, "What's the good news?"
"We caught a mouse."
"Awesome. What mouse, I mean, which trap?"
After he made fun of me for apparently naming the mouses, he said, "Well, the bad news is, we no longer have any Oreo Cookies."
I'd had a mostly empty Oreo Cookie bag with the flippy lid on the counter from a dish I made this past weekend. Apparently, the mouse got in there, and when Ronald heard it, he set his phone on top of the flap so the mouse couldn't get out. And then took it outside and dumped it.
I have 4 traps around my kitchen waiting to catch that bastard, so giving up the three left over cookies, was COMPLETELY worth it.
-mrp-
