The Battle of Vermageddon

How did the humane trappin' of our vermin friends go? We tried...we really did. Ken set FIVE traps out in the basement. In the morning, we'd find them tripped with the peanutty cheeseballs gone from the coat hanger, and no mouse under the Pyrex.

Exhibit A
All weekend the cycle continued: trap set, trap tripped, no mouse, and tasty morsel gone with the mouse. By Sunday, the decision was made to go to the dreaded Plan B. I told Ken that I didn't want to see the carnage, and assigned him the duty of executioner. The following morning, it was finished.

It appears that our infestation has ceased. The count: One mouse released, and one mouse deceased. I'm still marveling at how it only took two stinkin' mice to wreck the place!