If it was Gus gus, maybe I wouldn't mind so much.

My husband hates blogging, he never reads the blog but somehow he always knows what I post. {I may end up going private on the blog, I think the husband may feel more comfortable with that.} Sometimes I get in trouble with him and have to delete what I've written, which is the case for yesterday's post. Let me clarify, that post was in no way meant to be "drama". The incident didn't even affect me, I was merely saying that when faced with fear we all might surprise ourselves. Unless Obama is elected, then we have every right to be afraid.

Now onto more important matters.

I have a mystery rodent in my office.

Every night for the last 2 weeks garbage, some kind of food wrapper usually, has been removed from one of the 3 trash cans in my office and is left by the door to my office. For a while, I thought it was the 86 year old man I work with that forgot where his trash can was. Then garbage from the other cans were being involved.

I set traps, lots of them, and lots of different types. I would make sure all the trash cans are empty so the thing would go for the bait instead of the more appealing trash. Guess what happened? One of the glue traps was pulled away from the wall and left by my office door. I think it may be an R.O.U.S.

Two days went by and I still hadn't caught anything.

Last night I thought I would leave food in one trash can with a glue trap on top of it. It wasn't touched.

I don't know what to do. I don't want to share my workspace with a rodent.



Now, isn't the attempted break-in story so much more entertaining?