Thief in the House

Lucy and I have a thief. Actually, Lucy has been burglarized, and I was just a witness to the crime. This morning during my daily healthy breakfast of some sort of sugared cereal, eaten at the kitchen counter (because what else are those things for?!) I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. As I turned to look, I watched a small (2 inches tall or so) thief run to Lucy's food bowl, steal one piece of food, and quickly retreat to it's hiding place. Now, the crazy part is that this was a very bold move because Lucy was in the living room barking at someone walking in front of our house (how dare they!!), and I had just yelled at her to stop. Meaning that this was not one of the quietest moments at our house.

Yes folks, we've got a mouse! Luckily I'm not one of those kinds of gals who will stand on a chair, screaming and swinging a broom. To tell the truth, mice don't bother me--that is, until they start leaving little presents in my kitchen.

I think our thief is a pretty smart little fella. We've actually heard him stealing food before. Once he even rolled it across the ground. It was that recognizable of a sound! I've set traps a few times, and all that happens is that I end up feeding him, and probably some family members, because I find the traps empty--of food and carcass.

So...we will either have to find a smarter trap to use, or give him a name. I'm kind of partial to Ralph S. Mouse...or maybe Mickey...