For those who followed our “Mouse in the House” drama from the other night: the mouse was gently released — alive and well — in the open field outside our village a few nights ago.
After we couldn’t find it that first night, Martin set out multiple traps, but caught nothing. When I got home from work last week, the traps were still bare, so I tasked Wynter and Miss C to start removing my books and boxes from my bookshelf where it was last spotted. Sure enough, the mouse was camped out behind one of the ledges, docile enough to be shoo’d into a bucket and taken out by Miss PETA herself.
Kiwi is no longer King of the House, but remains an asshole.