Total body count from traps: six.
I haven’t heard a peep or a scurry the past few days. The exterminator believes they’re gone, but we laid down more traps just to be sure.
But I’m relieved to report that Chez Ed is salubrious and once again open for business.
The exterminator, however, was a far too giddy bastard about all this. I remained brave as he threw mice-laden traps within inches of my feet. Perhaps he was putting the test in testoserone, but I lived to tell the tale.