The Mouse's Friends

    

We caught the mouse.  In Cinderella's closet.  She called it her tiny pet.  (Her tiny dead pet.)

For good measure, we left the remaining mouse traps out.  Just in case Cinderella's pet had any friends.  (That just struck me as a little funny.  Because the real Cinderella did have little mouse friends. Right? But they were cute, and didn't freak out the house owners at night.  Anyway...) 

And guess what we caught with the peanut butter meant for the little mouse friends...?  A big pile of ants.  

Fun, huh?  We're in the process of naming all of the little critters, and singing songs with them as we lead them to their new home.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry, we can help our Cinderelly. There's nothing to it, really..."
"Oh, the ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah!"

Gross.