Scurry scurry

There is a little grey mouse that keeps dashing back and forth across my kitchen floor between under-the-refrigerator and under-the-oven. I've seen him once a day for the last five or so, quick out of the corner of my eye. I really wish I could just send one of my five mouse-eating snakes out after it, but the fact is that they are used to frozen food and it's much more likely that I'd lose a pet under the fridge than that I'd catch our unwanted visitor. So I guess I have to go buy a mousetrap or something.

Bleh.