Gaskin vs. The Mouse

'Twas the night before Halloween and all through the house, not a creature was stirring... except for this pesky little Houdini mouse that has been in our kitchen for the last month. I am not exaggerating when I say that we have been through at least 6 traps trying to kill this little guy to no avail. And by the amount of "treats" that have been left out for him in the last month, he probably thinks that he is staying at the Marriott and will start leaving room service orders every night. For the longest we didn't see him, just his "evidence" in the form of turds all over our cabinets (makes chills go up your spine doesn't it?) but then he started getting brave and yesterday he did the unthinkable. He came out in the daylight. Let me explain my nightmare: Yesterday morning I am home with Rinks (who is still the cutest baby that has ever lived) and I am going about my normal business. Well then it came time for me to relieve myself of liquid waste (a.k.a.- I had to pee) so I go into the downstairs bathroom. While I am in there minding my own business, this little fart knocker runs under the door INTO THE BATHROOM where I am... ahem... sitting, unable to move! I start screaming profanities and obviously he was not expecting me either so he starts running in circles until he finds a hole under the cabinet. I run out, pants down, and do the only thing I know to do... trap him with rolled up towels under the door and wait for Ashley to get home. So Ashley put a trap in there last night and low and behold, after 8 tries, he finally bit the dust. Rest in peace you little turd cannon.

Update: He has risen from the dead and is back for VENGENCE! Ok, it's probably his cousin but nevertheless, it's back! Round 1: Gaskin. Round 2: To be Continued...