To Dream A Little Dream

It's time to think about everything I'm going to accomplish in the next year, but first I have to tell you a sad, heartbreaking little story.

We have mice.
That's not the sad part. That doesn't make me sad. I think they are precious and adorable and I'd keep em in a cage if I could.
That's the problem. I can't catch them.
So they visit my drawers in the kitchen. This is the REAL problem. Mice poo on my bibs...I am tired of washing mice toilets when they haven't been used by the children they were intended for. I tried everything to get them to stop. I shouted out to them: You can be here but you can't poop here, if you do HE will kill you!
But they don't understand human speech. :(
I tried putting some disinfectant in the drawers. Surely their smart like mousey noses can tell when something is not good for them, and Lysol smells un-good. It worked until the lysol dissapated. Mouse poop returned.
I bought a mouse trap- not a mean one. If you can't tell, I love the little guys. I could never buy a mean mouse trap. Can you imagine when I caught one? Cullen at work all day...there would be no good way. Not the kind that they perma stick to (OMG...the squeaking would kill me!!!) and not the kind that kill them dead and leave them for you to throw away. I want to throw up just thinking about it.
No, a mouse trap that shuts them in, live, so I can release them into the freezing cold so they can freeze to death, a slow, lonely, desperate death. No better. Truly, no better. In fact, I'm such a dork that I would TOTALLY release them next to someone else's warm house. HAHAH! To give them a "chance" at survival, or at least dying by someone else's hand.
But no. I tried. Clearly the trap was not set up right, because they were eating the bird seed HAPPILY at will, coming hungry and leaving full and happy. :(
Cullen came home with decon yesterday.
This morning it's half gone. :( :( :( And I'm so sorry for all the little dead mice, going off somewhere between the walls (I hope) to die, and rot, hopefully without the rotting death smell. :( I am indeed a big enough loser so that I got tears when I saw how much of it was gone, just like how I'm crying now thinking about it. It makes me really, really sad. I know it's stupid. they are MICE. I am not supposed to care about them. I am supposed to be grossed out by them and hate them and scream when I see them. I don't.
BOOOO.