For the past couple of days we've had a tiny little mouse making a nuisance of himself in cabinets and drawers. Sooo, I trapped him - "trapped" not "killed" because he somehow managed to crawl off with the trap still attached to him. Therefore, I had to crawl up into the cabinet armed with a flashlight, wooden spoon and hotdog tongs and wait for him to flop close enough to get ahold of him. Most unpleasant, but Blondie won :) Had to take a Xanax and throw away my hotdog tongs, but we are once again mouse-free :)
"Dude, stay away. She's got hotdog tongs."