and they're back

remember this?

Last night, I was sitting on my couch reading Wicked (thank you, Kricket) when a little thing went darting across the living room. I had just gone out to dinner with Andre so he was the first person I thought to call for help. As I was dialing, I looked down and realized that I was standing sans pants, in the middle of the couch yelling at what now appeared to be an empty floor. The mouse was hiding under the couch. Which is probably why when Andre suggested that we buy some humane traps today, the sort where the mouse goes in for a snack and can't get himself back out unless you release him, my response was something like "ARE YOU EFFING KIDDING ME???!"

There will be no catch and release. Fievel is going down.