A few weeks ago my husband wrote of our little mouse problem and back then it was just a little problem. After the horrifying death of that first one I did not want to murder any more. Before then I had never seen a cute little mouse have its head smashed in mousetrap before, its brains spilled out onto the floor and its lifeless body still haunts me. Since then, I thought that maybe we could take a buddhist approach and live in harmony with them, after all who are we to say they don't have the right to live? Well that approach worked until the little fuckers multiplied and got smarter and braver and bolder. We agreed to eliminate temptation if they agreed to stay out of sight but they broke the treaty when they started throwing parties late at night, breaking into cabinets and leaving...messes.
For the last couple of days its been all out war. And by "war", I mean Dominic sets the traps and Dominic empties the traps and I squeal in horror everytime he says "we got one!" Yesterday that process was repeated SEVERAL times and in one five minute span with one mousetrap Dominic caught FIVE mice. And afterwards i cried for half an hour. The sound of the mousetrap snapping over and over still rings in my head. Today the battlefield is quiet but the threat of another bloodbath still looms.