
...except for a mouse! Yep, we had our own little furry friend make an appearance. Unfortunately, it ran into the nursery, and we were NOT excited about waiting for it to get caught in a trap. So we invited the cat into the room. Shai thought the mouse was a toy, not food. Guess we're feeding her too well. She chased it like she was serious, but when she would corner it, she'd just sit and wait for it to make it's next move! Eventually John took matters into his own hands--he cornered it himself, built a wall around it, and had me grab a box and kitchen tongs. He held the box and I reached in with the tongs and grabbed the mouse and dropped it in the box. Poor little guy! Then we took a walk to a field far, far away from our home and dropped him off. Yeah, the tongs went in the garbage can.