Rags of Light

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Eek, a mouse! Not long ago, our household cat died, and I’ve been easing into the idea of a pet-less household. But today we found (1) mouse poops in the silverware drawer; (2) a gnawed-upon sweet potato in a bin in the basement. So, mice!

Somehow, it seems like the most natural solution to household mice is a cat. I like mice very well, but I can’t live with them pooping in my kitchen. One advantage over mousetraps etc. is that, in my experience, the cat doesn’t actually have to kill the mice to get rid of them: they notice the cat’s presence and say among themselves “it’s time to move.” It’s the American way: Make this someone else’s problem.