A House Guest

I came home late last night from a meeting.

Brad told me we had a new house guest.

Or, a new tenant, rather.

Confused, I asked if he was talking about Guillermo.

No. But he was furry.

And small.

And fed very well--most likely from the snack trails of Jackson.

I went sick to my stomach knowing what he meant.

A mouse.

In our house.

I guess it's better than a rat.

The kids leave the sliding door in the kitchen open so much that I am sure the little guy wandered in. He probably took a sniff around and found a slime trail of Jackson's candies, cookies, and broccoli salads and thought he had died and gone to mouse heaven.

Brad set out a trap last night.

Today, it was filled. (I'll spare you the photograph.)

I hope that is it for our uninvited house guests.