Mouse Trap

I thought I would update you on what the latest sport in our house is. The competition is who can kill the most mice. But there has been some pretty interesting ways in which we have taken down these little critters. (Oh, if you are squeamish you may want to skip the rest of this entry.)
So it has been a close-run race with Matthew and I jostling for top spot, and Andrew right on our tails. That is, until the other night. We have been fairly inventive in the ways we have removed our adversaries—we have gone from the conventional trap to sticking them to the floor with glue to chasing them with a homemade flame thrower, but the instrument of choice right now is the trusty baseball bat. Anyway, back to the other night. This was a win on a technicality. I had just started the generator so we could see to the dishes, at which time Mariel remarked that she could smell something burning. But this is not that abnormal here, so we continued. It was not until after we had finished that I decided to investigate. Moving to the end of the room, I heard a buzzing noise, and turning the corner I saw blue sparks coming from the inside of the electrical socket. So naturally I ran to shut down the genny and, by the time I get back into the kitchen, Andrew is about open up the socket where we are greeted by a smell of burnt hair. Then it hits me: “it could be a mouse”… Just as the words fall out of my mouth, Andrew is greeted by not one but TWO fried mice. Oh and the smell—ooooorrrrrrrrr—disgusting. So we clear the remains to find they have destroyed the wires. Finally we get all of that fixed up but the must important question still stands: who gets to claim the mice! Is it Andrew since he found them? --No way, I’m the one who fired up the generator—clearly it’s my kill!!!

What do you think?