These creatures you call mice, you see, they are not quite as they appear. They are merely the protrusion into our dimension of vast hyperintelligent pandimensional beings. The whole business with the cheese and the squeaking is just a front.
Big argument with my partner last night. 12 years, two kids, one dog. It's hard man. So much pressure, so many missed meanings, so many regretted words.
Some ethereal thinking music on the walk with the doggo this morning - https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=sUn3tQTeBtg&si=8z0KsaEHL5QEQVNc
So if you're pretty certain you have rats under your house, and you have a dog so poison is out of the question...what do you do? Baited traps in dog safe areas?
I left feeling intimidated.