All I know is that trying to catch a mouse under your Grammy's bed is no walk in the park.

That's it really. I just needed to share that. We spent about an hour chasing a mouse under my gramma's guest bed. He was wiley. Wile E.

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Permalink Reply by Tobias Socrate (Dodecataur) on June 30, 2010 at 12:17am

This is the story the young mouse Skippy, son of the solstice, meekest heir of earth, prodigal brother of peanut butter; and his journy through life!

Chapter I: Welcome Mouse

Skippy as I named him was first seen on my birthbay, hiding among the various winter-dressed teddy-bears on top of the grand dining cabnit of Livingroom. Four malignant cats circled below, waiting for there live meal to step within range of the claws.
In a single fluid motion I threw all four cats into an empty room, and refocoused my attention on the terrified little creature. One by one the winter-dressed teddy-bears were removed from the top of the cabnit. As the last bear was removes the timid mouse slid behind the grand dining cabnit. All three of the hours that I spent trying to cach the mouse were futile. Finaly i got a small fish-tank filled it with scraps of cloth, a small bowl of water, and a cookie with peanutbutter and walnuts spread on it. This tank of gifts was placed on top of the grand cabnet with a book covering all but one corner.
I waited in a nearby room... And waited . . . and waited. When i went back to the room Skippy was drinking water from the small bowl, peanutbutter still on wiskers and he had caught himself. Sadly it was winter and he could not be freed properly until the great melt many moons later. The true question is would he make it, or rather could he stay in his cache away from the beastly cats.