The Rodent Magic of David Blaine...
For over four months, Margaret and I have heard this little scurrying, shuffling and gnawing a few times a week sometime between 3:00 - 5:00AM. I didn't think too much about it as our house is over 85 years old and completely haunted
(that'll be another post in the near future), but once entire pieces of French soap went missing, I had to take action. Catching a mouse
is suppose to be easy. So, I bought some traps and set them out a few weeks ago... nothing. In fact, one morning I walked into the bathroom to find my special cheese/peanutbutter/Frito bait
completely GONE - with the trap still open. Oh yeah, he's good.
He can also make noise anywhere in the room but once the lights are on, he completely disappears - into a wall? a drawer? Electric outlet? my boxers? Who knows but becase of his magical powers, he has earned the name of David Blaine
. Margaret awoke the other night screaming like something out of a Stephen King movie only to find Mr. Blaine atop my amoire with a paperclip in his mouth. He quickly vanished as usual - into thin air. So, I brought up Harley. Harley will find the elusive rodent. No, she sniffed around for half an hour then ... all three of us fell asleep - except for 'david'... we all awoke to more missing cheese/peanutbutter/fritos... and a large chunk of soap missing. Smart mice perfer Smart Cars...