It’s been 76 days since I posted about Fuckyou Mouse, and the battle lines are still drawn in our house.
So far the furry little fiend has bypassed every sort of trap we have bought, turned it’s nose up at all food groups, and has taken to sitting in the middle of our kitchen, cleaning itself in full view of everyone. The mouse has serious balls. (Literally, and figuratively). Continue reading “The update about the mouse …”
