Minnie is Dead

It all started with a phone call. I'm starting to dread these phone calls from my roommate. We caught another mouse, she says. It's head is stuck in the trap, she says. Is it dead? I ask. Yes, she says, but it's right by the fridge and I can't get any food. Come home and we can take care of it together. She's quiet... There's this white stuff, she says, by the head and I don't know what it is. I think it might be something it coughed up. I think it came out of the head.

This one was tiny. Definitely a mouse. Michelle was freaked. She had to use the bag to pick it up and throw it out. She was brave. As brave as anyone could be on your first time. This incident wasn't as bad because it was stuck in the trap so 1) there was no chance of it coming back to life and running at us, and 2) it could be picked up by the trap, without touching the actual mouse at all. I took some pictures again. The strange substance by the head was the peanut butter. I had planned to put away the traps this weekend. Guess not.

K, I apologize for this post. I had big plans to post about how great my life is going these days. I didn't invite Minnie over. Don't click on the link below.
JR, Don't tell me this is a rat.
M, Welcome to the blog. Did you find me by googling Michelle?
B, I hope this won't stop you from coming over
D, I posted a pic just for you
G, If this is adulthood, I'm going back.

http://www2.bc.edu/~mulcahkg/images/minnie.jpg

I set another trap today.