One night, When Willon was about 5 months old, after the kids went to bed I had caught a mouse in front of the refrigerator, under a bowl. I left it there trying to think of a way to get rid of it then forgot about it. The next morning the kids were roaming around while I was otherwise occupied. When I came out into the kitchen all I found was an upturned bowl and a limp, newly dead soaking wet mouse. EW! I called the doctor and they had me call the health department - lol - but all I got were not very well stifled laughs and a few I don't knows, wait and sees.
Hence, he'll be a mouse for Halloween.
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