Before leaving on our eight-day vacation to the States, I declared to Betty that we were going to finally catch the rodent or rodents responsible for the dry little pellets we've been finding on our linoleum and carpet, in the pantry, and on the shoe rack, by means of the half-dozen or so glue traps I had strategically baited and set out on our kitchen floor, the rationale being that the cessation of human household activity will embolden the sly little critter to rear its head and then, too late, to plant its feet onto one of the many sticky surfaces. [A 100-word sentence!]
Herewith, the culprit and the disgusting collateral damage (in front of the forelegs). Click on the image for a blowup if you're not squeamish.
It took Betty quite a while to calm down—she discovered the mouse first—especially after it
moved. I'm still freaked out by the crumpled brown exoskeleton. Get rid of all the spiders, I say, we'll worry about the ecosystem later.
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