A little squeak

This morning Rhodri and I were actually both just sitting on the couch at a reasonable hour of a Saturday morning, reading the paper and drinking coffee, and we both heard a tiny little squeak.  Whaaat?

We checked the uber-sticky trap under the sofa, and voila: little mousey who has been evading us for months was stuck.  Poor little fellow. It was sad that he was so stuck and would not survive. Rhodri put him out of his misery, but actually it was a big moment because we have been trying to catch this guy (or girl!) for so long.  It has been fun getting to know the rodent exterminator lady Harriet.