Got Mice!

After last years garden ordeal of fighting off those "Peskey Wabbits", from eating everything (we only had a few tomatoes).  This year we started off by dealing with gerbils biting the heads off  all the Sunflowers Bowyn had planted.  Problem solved, no more Sunflowers.   Now we have "Micefest".  Ric is like Bill Murray in Caddy Shack, the efforts he is putting into the battle.  He's whacked them, stuck them, Mia has caught them, and more keep coming back.  They love the cheese and peanut butter he puts out for them (so does Mia, shes gotten her nose snapped trying to retrieve it),  it's like their getting fat, dumb & happy and laughing all the while rubbing their little round bellies full of the feast he is putting out for them.  We are wearing out the traps so fast in our efforts to conquer this problem.   ARGH, will it ever end! 
To the store we go to buy more traps, and the cashier says,  "Got mice!"

Wish him luck!