Ding Dong the mouse is dead

Last week I discovered I had a mouse friend in my backyard. Now, under different circumstances I think we could have been friends. He was kinda cute in that he was so small, and my favorite children's book is "If you give a mouse a cookie", and that mouse is adorable. But our relationship got off to a bad start. He was always coming out of nowhere, scaring me, scurrying around with no purpose. It just wasn't working. One of us had to go, and since I had access to D-Con and a mouse trap--his number was up.

However, the story ended up playing out much differently. The heroine of the story being my mother. I had used my grill the other night and after it cooled down my mother went outside to cover the bottom of the grill so the mouse couldn't get inside. She lifted up the grill, not realizing the mouse was already in the bottom of the grill. It scared her so bad she dropped the grill and managed to trap the mouse between the grill and the side of the grill. In doing so, it also killed him. It couldn't have been timed better. I got rid of my pest, he got a quick send off to mouse heaven. Thanks mom! But I'm keeping the D-Con, I'm sure he has friends. And don't worry friends, the BBQ grill is safe, we cleaned it really well.