Even More Mice

On Saturday I drove the Bantha to the store to buy groceries. When I got there and closed the door, I heard the oddest squeaky rattle from up front. Dammit, something new to fix! So I slammed the door a few more times and tried to trace the sound, but had no luck finding its source.

Returning to the truck twenty or so minutes later, I found two nearly dead baby mice under the front of the car. Aha! Of course! Why didn’t I think of it earlier: mice squeak.

So I made sure that the babies were dead—I didn’t want them to suffer slowly on that parking lot—and set a trap for the mama when I got home.

At this rate, I’m giving serious thought to making a mouse stencil and marking my kills on the side of the truck WWII fighter plane style.

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