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Mouse souls

The other night hubby and I were enjoying a late night glass of wine on the patio. It was cool, it was lovely, it was the first time all day it had been possible to go outside without breaking into a sweat within 5 seconds.

When my husband went back inside to get the wine bottle, I saw a small creature in my peripheral vision, and of course I jumped up and then crouched to look beneath the chair it had skittered under. Which is when GG came back outside, and when he asked what I was doing.

I told him I'd seen a mouse.

He immediately straightened up, threw his shoulders back and said, 'I'll get the traps.'

Gulp.

And he did. Which he baited with peanut butter, then distributed around our yard.

As he was doing this, I felt a terrible weight descend upon my shoulders. I'd outed a mouse, and not only that one, but its entire family was in danger because I couldn't keep my mouth shut.

To date the traps have netted 3 mice. I sincerely hope the rest of the group has enough sense to avoid the peanut butter, I really do.

Because I'm a healer, not a mouse exterminator.

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