And the fucking MICE are Woody.
So, I was getting ready to leave for work this morning, fixing up the wee-wee pads that grace the floor of my bedroom (my dogs REFUSE to go outside with Mulligan, but we're going to work on that this week.)
Right in the middle of one of the pads was a lone mouse turd. Fucker. The mouse trap remains un-sprung, yet at least one mouse is still frolicking in my room while I'm asleep, helping itself to my dogs' food, and giving me the figurative finger.
So I rebaited the trap with crunchy peanut butter (thanks, Y'all, for the suggestion!), and also moved the second trap into the back of the pantry in the kitchen, where mice are also congregating (or so I've heard). Wonder if there will be a corpse or two waiting to greet me when I get home from work today...