I grabbed the pitcher and put it in the kitchen before anyone else could have a drink.
As I walked into the kitchen, a brown mouse was nibbling on the remaining, uncut, Magic Cookie Bars. As I stepped closer, he ran away.
Not wanting to alarm anyone, I quietly scraped the cookie bars into the trash. One of the ladies came in as I was doing this and said, “You’re not going to save those?” I smiled and said, “NOPE!”
That night, we set a mousetrap and baited it with peanut butter.
The next morning, all of the peanut butter was neatly licked off of the trap – but the trap had not been tripped.
We set it again.
This morning, we got our fat brown mouse.