There’s a mouse in my house.
I’m no Dr. Seuss – and it’s making me grouse.
Of all the rotten, no-good, dirty tricks,
it found my M&Ms to get his kicks!
The box-chewing, poo-dropping, M&M snacking
really got this girl’s brain a wracking.
How on earth did this happen?!
I have two housecats that need to get snappin’!
My son helped me set a trap one night.
We laid out our ploy of M&M’s and peanut butter to seal the buggar’s plight.
The next morning? M&Ms GONE! Peanut butter licked clean!
Then, I was ready to just get mean.
One more time…a bit more wise…
The trap was again clean; this time sprung, but still no prize.
That’s it! I could no longer sacrifice M&Ms. They are gone…
It was time for the big dog, D-Con.
There is a stink beneath my sink.