Adding insult to injury...

So yesterday morning I came down for breakfast and saw that Kyle had set a mousetrap in the kitchen. I did the quick peek to make sure that there were no casualties (because that would mean me telling Kyle to come down and dispose of the evidence), and saw that the coast was clear. I set about getting my breakfast ready and noticed something (sorry, no photos)...there was mouse poop on the counter right beside the trap, which was itself pristine. I thought "Oh great, Kyle didn't think to load the trap with bait - was he hoping to scare them to death or just scare the sh!t out of them, because that seems to be the effect the trap has had" When Kyle got up, I asked him why he didn't bait the trap. "I did" he said. "I put peanut butter on the trap last night". We re-inspected the trap: the bait plate was so spotless that we could have returned it to Canadian Tire and gotten our money back! Kyle tested the trap with a spoon, and SNAP! The little bugger(s) licked that bait plate clean! I couldn't believe it!! Did he do some kind of Mission Impossible trick with a rope suspended from the ceiling? (By the way - to my Canadian readers - is the latest Tim Horton's commercial stupid or what? And how the heck does that donut count as being triple chocolate? Two different colours of chocolate icing with chocolate filling is double chocolate in my book. If the donut dough itself was chocolate, then I would buy it. Chocolate drizzle indeed! And don't even get me started about the overuse of white chocolate in their triple chocolate muffin...because white chocolate doesn't provide any chocolate flavour, it just makes things sweet, and the muffin is so sickly sweet that you can't even taste the chocolate. Bah!) Anyways, where was I - oh yeah, the Macgyver Mouse...I can't believe that not only are our mice some kind of murine stealth burglars, but they have the audacity to take a dump right beside the trap. It's like a mouse version of flipping us the bird!! I'm tempted to have Kyle fly home tomorrow and bring the cats back Monday just to teach these smart-ass Ontario mice a lesson. I am a few rows away from turning the heel on the Raindrops Keep Falling On My Socks, so I'll post another progress shot in the next few days. Oh, and I knuckled down to peer pressure and joined Socktopia 4. Crossing my fingers for a sock pal with size 6 feet.