[sageofages]

We moved into our new house, and discovered there were some mice.

Daughter #1 insisted on HUMANE TRAPS. You know the kind the mouse crawls in and then the door closes and you can take it out and dump it.

Trap catches mousey...stupid Mr Sageofages wants to show it off to spawnlings "see look at the mouse that is alive!". Shows the trap to spawnlings tipping it around to see from all sides. Somehow mousey gets loose in the livingroom.

Daughters SCREAM...son shrieks. Sageofages is NOT happy. Mousey is scurrying around the livingroom floor from sofa to chair and back and forth. Daughters scream more and jump on furniture, standing there telling Mr. Sagesofages to protect them from 2 ounce killer mousey. Mr Sageofages is trying to figure out how to catch mousey. Son is hysterical and crying as he cowers standing on back of couch. Sageofages is even more UNHAPPY. Mousey has run a livingroom marathon at this point.

Mr. Sageofages gets the CATS. Daughters scream some more at the thought of cats eating mousey. Cats see mousey and the chase is on. (cue chase music and screeching tire and toenail sounds) Dog sees cats trying to corner mousey and want to get in the action. Son is sobbing "don't let Spike eat the mousey" Daughter #1 is crying "don't kill the mouse, it is just a baby" (who cares!)

Mousey has circled the room enough to make it transatlantic at this point. Takes refuge under the entertainment center. Cats assume the siege positions. Dog is barking at the floor.

Sageofages says "enough!!!" gets kill trap and yummy peanut butter, sends redeyed snotty nose spawnlings to their rooms.

Twenty minutes later, mousey is in heaven and calm returns.