This is the luckiest mouse you have seen in a long time. Trust me. Also, as Wyatt said, “I had no idea dad was so good at catching mice under glass bowls!”

Last night, I spied a mouse slinking along an upstairs wall. So I set 80 million traps. This morning, Wyatt came running to me as I was getting out of bed, saying with what sounded like fake urgency, THERE’S A MOUSE IN MY ROOM. And I was like stop messing with me. But he was serious and terrified because the mouse had, in a very unmousy way, sat against the wall and stared him down!

The big scary mouse was hiding behind the waste paper basket when I investigated, and I tried to corner it with spring traps. We left the room and when we came back, the big scary mouse had moved, and not into a trap. I spotted it under the bed, but NOW WHAT?

I got a broom. And a bucket. But the bucket was too tall. So I also got a bowl. And cheese. To lure it out. Then, I was afraid to take my eye off it to get a good angle to make a move with the bowl. Or the broom? I couldn’t decide.

Marc eventually came downstairs, shook his head at my arsenal, grabbed the bowl, walked to the other end of the bed, and lobbed the bowl over the creature, LIKE THIS WAS A NORMAL THING. Then, he slid some cardboard under the bowl, put on his jacket, and carried the now much less ferocious looking mouse to the far end of the park.

I asked how many mice he has caught like that. He said, “More than one.”

Touché.