You know those flat, cardboard sticky traps for mice? They smell a bit like peanut butter? They don't make a snapping noise when a catch has been made, so one wouldn't know not to try pushing the end of it back under the stove with one's toe after a less-than satisfying bicycle adventure.
They are, however, extrememly sticky - even sticking to one's toe while one screams, dances wildly on one leg, screams, and attempts to fling the mouse-laden trap off one's foot, while screaming. Even children, ages 8 and 10 are unable to un-stick the trap from their mother's toe by screaming and screaming. Now, that's sticky.
The poor little mouse, not yet , but horribly emaciated and now terrified, still attempts escape, yet finds it's eternal rest in the large green trash can outside.
I guess the title should read, "Mouse WAS in the House."
When will Mr. Rellim be home?
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