Rodney

Turns out Rodney does indeed exist. Who would've thought? My little brothers found 3 dead mice throughout the house and it turns out the rodent in our bedroom was just a mouse-Henry. I haven't seen anymore mice since then, but I doubt they've all gone. As for Rodney, I definitely saw him scampering across our dining room. We tried to barricade him in with plastic tubs, but he took refuge behind the china cabinet. This was on Thursday.

Friday night Kathy let out the most epic scream from the kitchen. Dale, distantly followed by Laura and I, ran to come help-Laura brought her panga and I took up a plastic dagger I found on the floor _the joys of having. We meant business. Somehow Rodney was cornered and forced under the door that leads outside to the generator. Dale shoved towels in the crack so he can't get back in. It really was a bit anti-climactic- especially after hearing about how at one point Ruth single-handedly dominated 6 mice in the pantry- but I'm thankful that he's gone, at least for the time being.