The mouse that has taken up residence in my house is quite the crafty little creature. This morning I woke to find he set a trap of his own. He knows me! It won’t be long until this entire endeavor turns into a Rube Golberg contest, “MOUSE AGAINST MAN.”
Speaking of men, I wonder if I could catch a man with that trap? I’ll need to secure a loan for the bait. Yet, in order to obtain a loan, I’m going to need to catch a banker. No bank is going to give this girl a loan. How does one catch a banker?
On second thought, I think I’ll just go back and lay my head in that trap.