Seriously mice, LEAVE.

Call this Pestilence IV - an edition I thought I'd never had to write.

Last night I went to sleep, internal mouse-radar still turned to high, and talked myself into believing the sound coming from near the refrigerator was the de-icer in the freezer doing its thing and that the other sounds I heard were related to the rain falling steadily on Casa Rodente.

I was wrong.

Suddenly wide awake at 1:30 am, I threw on the light. I saw one mouse scamper off the foot of my bed and glimpsed a second blur moving toward the safe haven of the space between the stove and the floor.

And so I spent another night at the staff house.

But today I am bringing the pain. Traps, poison, glue, miniature-guillotine, you name it, I'll use it. I'm bigger, I'm smarter, I have opposable thumbs and access to a wider arsenal and I WILL WIN.