Motherly Instincts

This morning, when I reached for the paper towel to dry my hands, I noticed that the edges of the roll were all frayed.  Next to the roll was a mound of shredded toweling.  Aha, we've got mice again!  I was going to run out to get some d-CON but then my motherly instincts kicked in . . . our visiting mouse is a mother (like me) who is just trying to make a warm home for her babies; how can I terminate her?

Later I came to my senses by remembering all the 'presents' that Zack and Vinnie brought me during mousing season -- in my bed, on the diningroom table, on my lap, etc. and decided that I'll make a stop at Walgreens afterall.