mcgruber.

i hate to admit this...but we have a mouse in our house. i don't know where he came from. i don't know if he'll ever leave. but, he is one smart little guy, that's for damn sure.

stephen and i have traps around every corner. poison, sticky traps, snappy traps...he gets around them all. i'm half convinced that rhodie and dr. mookie are helping him survive. i believe they are feeding him pellets of dog food and giving him a heads up about the traps. what other explanation could there be?

last night i was telling my friend christie how he eludes our traps. maybe it was our over indulgence in idaho nachos and big beer, but we were a bit loopy. we named the mouse mcgruber and brainstormed clever ways to capture the little bastard. so far, no luck.

i will gladly take your suggestions on how capture this mighty mouse. the idea on the table now is courtesy of my father... sitting with a rifle and waiting for mcgruber to show his face.

please don't make me do that.