Every morning when we leave for work, our two-seater couch looks something like this:
These things hurt. We've experienced a few incidences of snapped thumbnails getting them ready, resulting in a loud cacophony of shouting, stomping around the room, thumb-sucking, & generally descriptive adult language ("F*&@! I will KILL that thing if I catch it! My thumb is going to FALL OFF! $@&*%!@*^$#+*&#$%^&#@!!##%%^&&%$#)
It's not a good way to start the day.
But we have a picture. We know what it looks like. Finding it is not the problem. It's catching it. The mouse traps are laid in hopes of providing a permanent deterrence. The mouse has black fur. And she's awfully cute.
GUILTY!!
She likes to sit on the back of the couch, looking out our window. Like a damn cat. Typically leaving behind a trail of dog hair that inevitably ends up on your clothes. And we don't let our dogs up on couches. It's a bad habit - if they jump on your couch, chances are they'll jump on your friend's couch when you visit their house.
The jury is still out if the mouse traps are working. Next option is putting on the shock collar, leaving the house & sneaking around the side to see if she jumps up on the couch...**ZAP**