Holy Crap!

That really is the only title I can come up with for this one. Here's the story. Eugene and I were just sitting watching television, relaxing... you know the drill. All of the sudden a I see something run through the hallway into the laundry room. I sat straight up and said, what in the hell was that?! Eugene dies out laughing and says, a mouse. He then proceeds to tell me that he saw him a little while ago. WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why did you not get him then? Focus Katie, must kill the mouse now... nag and bitch at husband later. Eugene tells me to get the sticky traps that bug man gave us that we use to catch the brown recluse spiders that love our house so much. I know, don't you all want to visit... spiders and mice! I get some cheese, only natural right. Eugene rigs up a line of sticky traps that span the laundry room doorway and then proceeds to tell me that we may hear the mouse dragging the trap around all night if he gets stuck. Then he says, no it will just chew it's own feet off it that happens! OH MY GOD! Chew it's feet! This is too much. I think the look on my face with that comment was one of, Get the F'ing mouse out of my laundry room or there will be HELL to pay.

Da da da na... Never fear... Farney is here!
(for those of you who don't know, Eugene's first name is Farnsworth and I affectionately refer to him as Farney.)




Please Lord, don't let any of his friends come back!