There’s a Mouse in my House!

I shall call this, “Death of a Chocolate Bar”. 

“Hey, who ate the Snicker’s bar?”  City Boy asked.  He looked me straight in the eye, saying, “I know it couldn’t have been you, because you just told me you were going on a diet.”

“That’s right,”  I said, “I am!”

“Don’t look at me,” both kids said in unison.  Being that they’re not fans of peanuts mixed into their chocolate (unless it’s creamed peanuts, as in peanut butter), that pretty much let them off the hook.

“Hmmm…must have been a mouse,” said City Boy, although he was still giving me the evil eye.   “Seems it got the Reeses, too.”  The children went into immediate mourning over this news.  “Whatever shall we have for breakfast?” they cried.

“I’d better buy a mouse trap,”  said CityBoy.

“Good idea,” I replied.  Why was I still getting the evil eye?  And why was it now coming from those creamed peanut eaters?

True to his word, City Boy came home that afternoon with a set of mouse traps.

“Are you sure you want to do that to the poor little mousie?”  I asked him. “Mousies need nourishment, too, you know!”

“Hmmpf.  Chocolate is bad for animals,” he mumbled.

Looking at the set up, I thought perhaps it may have been a bit on the side of overkill. I could just picture fingers mousie all smooshed up into the chocolaty goodness inside that package, held tight at the knuckle neck by the spring loaded mouse trap.

 

The next morning, City Boy heard his traps snapping happily on the kitchen counter.  I was sitting here at the computer when he came running in excitedly.  And there it was…the poor little mousie.  No more to snitch chocolate bars from unsuspecting humans.  Never again to lick gooey caramel from his little mousie whiskers.  Instead, he lay there pinned to the death trap.  At least he’d died happily…the Snicker’s bar carefully removed and eaten before he died.