A few days ago, we were startled to discover that a mouse had taken up residence in our house. I was convinced that I had heard the skitter of tiny rodent feet, and then a mouse shot out from under the computer and stowed away into an inaccessible corner underneath our oven.
Baking the mouse out was not an option, even if it could work. We had to trap the critter somehow.
I drew this diagram that depicts the diobolical nature of the mouse. I am sure it is laughing at our pitiful snares, as it reposes in its little wingback chair and strokes its little white Persian cat. Well, okay, that's stretching it. But the mouse is outsmarting us so far.
Maybe this isn't my best composition ever. The evil mouse chair is not supposed to be on fire. The flames are supposed to represent the unsavoury intent of the mouse as it schemes to chew up computer cords, coax cables, and other valuable commodities around the house. Mice aren't evil, either, they just do what they do.
This mouse is a very loose parody of Ernst Stavro Blofeld, the famous villian in the old James Bond books and movies.
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