Sure, I could call it a mouse, but why quibble over terms?
It had left this mess in front of the sink.
I don't know if it heard me get up earlier, or if the coming daylight had scared it.
All I see is the torn batting and the hole as it squeezed its way out.
All of this before coffee today.
Smitty responded.
I showed him the mess on the counter and asked if he thought if came from behind the stove.
He shone his phone light, but didn't see any evidence of a hole back there.
He brought an electric rat trap from his warehouse.
Peanut butter went in as bait.
He placed it on the floor, by the trash can.
Then he left, with the Gnome of Odd Lot in hand.
I know he really likes gnomes.
I really appreciate that he came to my aid.
Now, to clean up this mess.
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