I love the smell of...peanut butter...in the morning. It's the smell of victory!
After the war apparently started the other morning, I was drafted. I got to work on what is really my only plan of attack: peanut butter scented sticky pads. Don't get me wrong...I haven't actually caught anything, but I'm still posting the "mission accomplished" banner since there have been no mouse sightings (hearings?) since the attack began.
T'was the night before Christmas, and all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
living, laughing, loving on S street
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It's a team of clandestine mouse commandos who have been sent to sniff out the peanut butter traps. That's why you don't hear them. They will plot the traps on a floorplan and report back to their leader. The intelligence will be shared with the food gatherers and the intrusions will resume. You'll see.
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