mckitterick and I made a last-ditch effort to find my phone last night. After scouring the house, we decided to check the garage. We didn't find the phone, but we did find a mouse, still alive, in one of the glue traps. STUPID MICE. We put live traps out for you by your nests. We fill them with tasty food. Why you gotta come in the poison-filled garage, get stuck in a glue trap, and sentence yourselves to a slow, horrible death by dehydration/starvation?
At least I was able to end the little guy's suffering with a quick strike to his noggin with one of the shocks we removed from the Chevelle.
It was not a good end to the day, friends. Not good at all.