While Funk is dealing with his mole, AKA one of Satan's turds turned flesh, I'm having to cope with an infestation of my own. Yesterday morning as I blearily stumbled into the kitchen area I found a mouse frantically jumping up and down in the sink trying to get the heck out of there. Remember this happens at 5:45 am and I do need my cup of joe to help me rehabilitate , so before I figured out a way of catching the little fu*ker it jumped out of the sink and ran like the little cowards that they are. Nice. Mice. Unfortunately the lease says no pets, otherwise I would have gotten a pound cat straightaway so I'm stuck with the options of poison: no good, because they'll crawl into somewhere inaccesable and stink the place up for a long time. And traps. The hardware store had traps that keep them alive, but you have to release them at least half a mile away or they'll run straight back and besides half a mile away is someone elses home. Leaves the nasty traps, the plastic ones had a weak spring -didn't even hurt my finger - so I got me the wooden hair triggered snap'em in two squirting the innards variety with yummy peanutbutter for bait to probe their strentgh. Waiting for the snap. It's gonna be an interesting week...