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.
Bleh.
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*emerges from beneath stove, toweling off paws.*
...Oh... um... it's okay now.
Sure! I'd love to GM!
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So, we grabbed one of the neighbourhood cats and locked it in the kitchen. By morning he'd caught it.