It's times like these when I get down on my knees on the indoor-outdoor carpeting that completes the mauve (*gag*) decor of my office and thank the almighty for our landlord. His attitude toward our house is "As Long As You Can Paint It Over When You Move Out, I Don't Care What You Do."
Jen, I really think your best option is to slip the poison into Lad's coffee, but if you're thinking that homicide wouldn't be the best course of action, I think you should say something like, "Oh. You know I thought I might have seen a mouse around here a couple of weeks ago. If we notice any, we'll surely do our duty to your creepy, litigating ass and eliminate them with extreme prejudice." If he notices them himself, I don't know that there's anything you can do, especially if he decides to hire an exterminator. If he tells you to kill them yourself, keep on with the humane traps. I can understand your concern that the ferrets or, more likely Paul, would chomp down some mouse poison.
So I was thinking fondly this weekend of the time during sophomore year of college when Paul and Scott (ex-boy) and Jen and I won a homemade Texas sheetcake at the Hiram Habitat for Humanity auction, and we decided to host a "Texas Sheet Cake and Prison Movies" night. We ate an absurd amout of sheetcake, drank cheap wine, and watched (as I recall) at least one of the "Women's Penitentiary" series. The best part was when Brian "No Tolerance" Hanna had, like, all of three cupfuls of boxed wine and began dancing around with a lampshade on his head in the B-C Lounge. This, of course, began a chain reaction of Brian memories, which I greatly enjoyed.
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