Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Having failed up til now to document our mouse-catching escapades, it's with great, if morbid, pleasure I present photographic evidence of our most recent quarry.
|Fortunately, I'm not too proud to wear the lavender rubber gloves. It's all about hygiene, after all. And the missus won't let me use the dish gloves anymore.|
|Our good friend's final resting place. And by good, I mean good and dead.|