i think our mouse is a female...

so, mouse troubles continue in the house of ShivDom. despite our continual efforts and the ministrations of our friendly neighborhood exterminator, we still find ourselves blessed with small, rodent houseguests. fortunately, we've given up on using namby-pamby gluetraps (remember wily mousezilla, and his fantastic ability to pluck the bait from the very center of the deadly sea of glue) and the terrifying snap traps of doom are proving most effective. well, as effective as can be expected in the face of a neverending onslaught of mouselings. there have been so many (three. THREE!), that we'd almost resigned ourselves to living harmoniously with the little critters, tired of finding snapped mice on the stovetop/in the bathroom/next to the refrigerator in the morning. we were feeling a wee bit cruel. perhaps, didn't they deserve to not be killed, if they weren't hurting anyone?

and THEN, the little bugger started to demonstrate a sweet tooth. and if you know anything about women, you know to pity the fool who comes between a lady and her chocolate. and come between us the mouse did, first taking a chunk out of the ghiradelli bar dom was to use to make chocolate bread pudding, and then--last night--eating the chocolate coating off of an ENTIRE HALF of dom's prized Lion bar. an ENTIRE HALF. that's akin to me eating an entire two-pound box of godiva chocolates at one sitting. so, while i'm repulsed and feeling more than a little territorial, i can't help but be impressed at the beast's tenacity. and remarkable ability to process vast quantities of sugar.

this doesn't change the fact that bitch is going down for pilfering the chocolate supplies, but you know. props where props are due. give it some respect before my sister comes to town with the corgi (a remarkable mouser, apparently) and this little problem is sent to the big sweet shop in the sky.