My brain is oatmeal this morning. Mousetraps at three a.m. is a bad combo.
Let me back up a bit. We had some mice come to visit this Fall and they refused to be persuaded to leave. So last night I set traps. Two out of eight popped at 3:30 and 5:30 a.m. respectively. Add a wandering toddler to the equation and you’ve got instant insomnia.
So I’m wiped. Why so wiped? Why I’ll tell you. Did you know that a full-grown mouse can drag a mousetrap under the dishwasher? Do I need to go any further?
Just an FYI: A small piece of duct-tape could have fixed the trap to the tile so I could have gotten another hour or so of sleep.