Dear Mouse

Dear Mouse,

I know we seemed like no threat. It is obvious you have been partying behind the couch for awhile. It was nice of you to leave crumbs and bits of confetti behind. I appreciate your thoughtfulness, but it isn’t really something I care for.

I saw you laugh at me, when you ran out of the kitchen to stare at me in amusement. However, I was not easily amused.

I’m sure it was comical to realize we had little experience. Yes, I agree, chasing you with a frying pan was no competition… you are much to fast and little. You have to admit though, using the fire extinguisher was a nice touch. Though, not effective.

You thought you were free, but you don’t know me. We gave you several opportunities to escape though an open door, but you chose not to take them. Call me crazy, but I just can not sleep knowing a mouse is running around. I have to protect my own babies. You do understand, right?

So, I took the hard road. I do not back down. You may think the 16 sticky traps were a bit much… but at 50cents a piece, it seemed worth it to me.

I’m sorry I had to be so brutal. However, you must have known it would not end well. I warned you several times, but you did not stop to listen. You only laughed at me.

RIP little mouse.