Terence Mixes it Up with the Mouse

background:
about two weeks ago, our apartment discovered we had an unwanted neighbor and fifth member of the B.B. club. how it got here - we have no idea; but according to our manager, Jennifer, the on-going construction on campus is scattering the field mice into the nearby apartments, including ours.

we have set up glue-pad traps but either our almonds and peanut butter are not appealing to the everyday field mice or we have some ultra-intelligent deep blue sea type mice that are dodging our traps.

tonight, our very own terence "yes he really does spell it with only one r" chen, located mickey scurrying into our living room closet. he promptly woke me up from my nap to help him corner and catch the animal. after lots of screaming and jumping up and down by the both of us, terence did his best imitation of team usa v. canada hockey on the little fellow and knocked him out with a broomstick right outside of our kitchen. we scooped him into a plastic bag and tossed him into the nearest trash can outside of our apartment.

bunk boys: 1
mouse: 0

your lower left bunk friend,
benson