No laughing. I think I have a mouse in my house because I found something that looked suspiciously like mouse droppings on my pantry floor this morning. I picked up a few trusty mouse traps and had to figure out how to bait it (easy part) and how to set it (not quite so easy). The setting it wasn’t so hard, it was setting it down without it snapping shut on my fingers. It took me four tries and a sore thumb before I finally got it right. All the white I could hear my husband snickering in the living room (once it was an outright laugh) every time I loudly dropped a few choice expletives. Thank goodness that spring wasn’t any stronger or I’d be on my way to the ER. Next time he’s doing it.