Last night's death toll: 3 (mice, that is). We have an infestation. I keep finding mouse poop in more and more places, some of which I can't figure out how a mouse could even get there. I first saw a mouse less than a week ago, and I finally bought glue & spring traps yesterday. Eric felt really bad when we caught the first mouse on a glue trap. "Can't we take it out into a field or something? It's so cute," he said. But I had been cleaning mouse poop for several hours, armed with bleach spray and old rags. I didn't feel very sentimental about its eventual demise. I showed Zari the other two (caught on the same glue trap) in the morning. She was fascinated.
Some 5-week-old pictures: