The Journal of Joyful Grace

There is a somber feel around the house tonight. After a month or more of eluding us, we finally got the mouse. It avoided the snap traps. We avoided chemicals (because of the Fuzz) and glue pads (just too cruel, as they're still alive). So out came Old Faithful, an old fashioned wooden trap that had a very high success rate of catching mice and fingers. But after a few weeks Old Faithful didn't appear to be quite so faithful in the mice department (fingers, it got plenty of). All hope seemed lost. And then it was discovered a certain husband wasn't setting Old Faithful correctly. So a certain wife decided to set good ol' Faithful and lo and behold after less than 24 hours of doing so, we had our mouse.

RIP, mousie. I hope you enjoyed all the free peanut butter while it lasted.