All good things have sequels...

Like they said in the movie Terminator, "I'll be back..." or as they said in Star Wars Ep. 1, "There are always two; a master and an apprentice."

Well, ever since Episode 1 of the mouse fiasco I've been very anal about keeping my place clean. Not that I was a dirty person, but it freaked me out a little.

So I was cleaning again today and I notice some tiny mouse droppings under my wine rack next to the stove. New. Fresh. Ugh. And the CSI inside of me said those were not there the last time I cleaned just before my Xmas trip.

Long story short, it's a good thing they sell mouse traps in pairs because the second one got a workout tonight. I'll spare you the pictures this time. But I will say that this one fought harder than the last. And like all good sequels, it's got me fired up for a trilogy!

Ok, not really.

But I am asking myself at what point is this going to get totally out of hand? What if there's a horde of thousands under my building? And what if they get pissed off I'm sniping them one by one and they gang kill me in my sleep? I don't have life insurance to cover that!

Seriously though, when do I draw the line? It's not my responsibility to deal with this. I don't mean to sound like a prick but that's why I pay to live in an apartment and not a house. So I don't have to deal with this. I pay someone else to.

All I know is Del 2, Mice 0. That the best you got?

Editors Note: This is not the first criter I've dealt with here. Two summers ago I found this outside my door and almost stepped on it.

And they say Dover is boring...