"Denise, I am going to tell you something and you might not like," says my husband to me while I was getting ready this morning. "Okay," I replied with a great amount of hesitation. "You might want to stay in the bathroom a while. There is a mouse in our kitchen." And that is how our morning began. Wilbert tried for a while to get the mouse, but to no avail. It eventually ran into a cupboard that pretty much stands by itself, so Wilbert did his best to seal it off. We had no mouse traps in our house, since this is the first mouse we have ever had in the four years we have lived here. We had to go to school, so we would buy some mouse traps on our way home again. Wilbert got home first since I had to get groceries. By the time I returned, the traps were set, but no mouse had been caught. So, we started to put groceries away and clean up the mouse poop and stuff. Wilbert moved our wheat flour canister and there he was! After some chasing and almost sucking t...