Eek! I HATE MICE!
I couldn't even go outside the front of the house or take the trash out. It is pathetic, I know...
Luckily, Cowboy Cooper the Mouse Wrangler saved the day for his mommy! I stood on the top of the porch and coached him through it. Maybe more like guilted him though it. I had to go into the whole "When you're dad's gone, you're the man of the house" spiel....He's such a brave boy!
Caught it ma!
So proud of himself and untraumatized by my shrieking