We have a mouse.
Our friendly mouseguests like to hang out in our silverware drawer!
Don’t ask me!
Makes me want to say, “@@@@@@@@!”
(Yes, that is me saying ATsignATsignATsignATsignATsignATsignATsign! Don’t you usually go around yelling At sign when you are mad?)
It also makes me shudder and want to vomit.
When I was in 4th grade, I thought the word vomit was just another word for poop. I remember distinctly arguing with my parents about this!
I was wrong.
But that’s a different story for a different time.
So Chris, being the big brave man that I need him to be, has put a trap in the silverware drawer.
I don’t want to use the silverware drawer EVER AGAIN.
And right now, I am not. I am only using utensils that have been in the drying rack overnight. This means I have one baby spoon, 3 adult spoons, and a couple of forks. Spreading peanut butter with a fork is not easy. Let me tell you.
But it’s worth the effort.
I know. I know. I know!
I know what you are thinking.
“Gianna, you have been eating mouse germs probably for a while.
Yes! Thank you for your wise observations!
I didn’t KNOW it!!!!
Now, I know it and would like to refrain.