Mouse Attack

In the last 36 hours I have caught 5 mice in our kitchen drawer. The first one was very, very ugly and looked more like a little opossum. The others have been smaller and less gross but still, pretty nasty. I am not someone who is grossed out by mice usually, or any other animal that people usually scream about. I play with spiders as a hobby for effsake (Lydia and I had fun with a little bold jumping spider in the bathroom yesterday, the big ones have awesome iridescent green fangs but this one was too small to see them well). I also feel very guilty about falling into the catagory of people who base the worth of an animal by how much it is useful to them. These mice, however, are disgusting and fortunately (for them) Lydia is around or the poison would already be in the garage. I'm afraid to put it anywhere though. I guess I'll just get a bigger trap and keep letting them out in the cornfield.

Shudder. There's one waiting for Brian in a bin on the porch right now.