Mr. French went out to the car last week and made a little discovery.
He had his suspicions.
Just to make sure it wasn’t the boys, he brought them out for a consultation.
He asked them if they had or knew who had torn this tissue into little itsy bitsy pieces.
C looked at it thoughtfully and said, “No, but it looks like a mouse did.”
Mmm-hm. Good call.
Three days, two traps, two tissues with little tiny holes in them, and a bunch of peanut butter later, we caught one mouse.
And if you dare suggest that there are more than one, I’ll… I’ll….
I’ll stick my fingers in my ears and start humming!
Lalala..Laalala…..I can’t hear you…..Lalalala..la..Laaaaaa!