Shoot. Steve just saw the destruction of the chip bag downstairs (I had, obviously, left it for him to clean up). His response: "Well, there's definitely something in the basement."
Ummm....what? "Something?"
He thinks the entire front of the bag being eaten off was too much work for a mouse. So now I'm afraid of a presumably large, unnamed creature. Crapola.
Ahhhhhhhhhhh! There is nothing grosser than varmint in your house! Did you try peanut butter? My dad swears by that in his mouse traps. Yuck...good luck! jen
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