School is starting, my room isn't quite done, I don't have all of my curricula, I don't have enough batteries for those darn robots, I have too many violin and viola students, and what am I stressing out about? Finding mice in my mousetraps. I thought maybe I could get used to it, but it's been three mice now and now I can't even look at an empty mousetrap without shuddering. Argh.
I confessed this at school today and the Welding instructor described a mousetrap design that he thought I would like better, involving a bucket of water, a coat hanger, a wood strip, and a tin can. I have to try it because I cannot live in constant dread of finding a mouse in the Jaws of Death. Sniffle.