I would like to apologize in advance for the photo contained in this post

I KNOW, I KNOW... I promised I wouldn't do this again, but the mouse story, it just keeps writing itself. Either that, or I'm starved for entertainment and am forced to create it wherever I can find it.

Or maybe the smaller baby mice are just stupid and aren't familiar with this equation:

Crazy lady in pajamas being really still and quiet + large shoe in upraised position = mousey is about to get bludgeoned to death.



He knows now, though, doesn't he?

He knows now.