Well, I went into my kitchen and heard the familiar sound of a mouse struggling to get off a glue board, but this time I felt no pity for the little bastard! The f'er had been traveling around my house basically taunting me. This time was my time to get even. (Warning: Very Brutal) So I took it outside and CRUSHED it to say the least. We will keep it at that. I feel a little bad, but all at the same time I feel accomplished. One last rodent running around.

On another note my "friend" has been out of my "order" for a while now. I think it's almost time to find a new "friend" so to speak. The only problem is that I am not a people person at all. Any tips on finding someone....?