Eek!

Last night my sister Bethany Piziks was staying with us. After a supper of home-made tomato soup and thick grilled cheese sandwiches on home-made bread and an evening of catching up, she went down into the guest room while Darwin and I got ready for bed ourselves. A moment later, we heard a loud, whooping screech from downstairs. Startled, we ran out of the bedroom and Bethany met us in the hallway.

"A mouse!" she said. "There was a mouse inside my backpack! I picked it up, and the mouse jumped out and ran away!"

So now we have mice. (Where's the one, there are always several.)

We've kept the cats out of the finished basement for more than a year now because of the Great Diarrhea Disaster, but we decided it was time to let them have the run of the place again. I also bought some live-capture traps and baited them with peanut butter. They're down there now, quietly waiting with innocent looks on their faces. The cats have been down and up several times. We'll see what happens.

In the meantime, the three of us got endless amusement out of Bethany's reaction. I don't think I've ever heard her make that noise. Bethany was laughing as hard as we were.
 

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