Last night as we were finishing dinner Mike went downstairs for something and came up proclaiming with "Rocky fists" pumping the air--I got 'im, I got 'im! After finding an emergency bar chewed into (through the Mylar wrap no less!) we got really serious about catching the little sucker. (I had just bought the bar for Tate's 72 hr kit) So, we set the bar on the floor in the cold storage and set a sticky trap and a regular trap. Well, he fell on the sticky trap.
Caden was quite disturbed by the whole thing though, because he is a lover of all animals, he was a little weepy last night. He was convinced it was Mickey Mouse, who had walked to his house to come see him. (Awww)
Hopefully he will not be scarred for life!
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