Mice! Again! Must Kill Mice!

Sorry, but my inner feline has been awakened.

Actually, I prefer not to kill them, because it is futile (mice don't come in packs of one), requires disposal, and, let's face it, mice are cute. I would rather have a pet mouse than a pet dog.

But these ain't pets, and if they need to die, they die.

But, in the meantime I will hunt for more mouse holes, plaster and putty knife in hand.

So, until the hole in the border with Mousatia is closed, and the illegal murine immigrants are forced back, with their strange customs, foreign squeeks, and propensity to steal our jobs (I am the midnight nibbler around here!), I might be scarce.