Any conversation that starts like this gets my attention pretty quickly. I stopped mixing the mashed potatoes and lent an ear to my husband, who was loading up the traps with peanut butter.
"If you were a mouse... would you rather die eating creamy or crunchy?"
I used to think they were cute. But when they ate a hole in my wall and floor, and scampered fearlessly across my bedroom in daylight hours... well... they declared open war.
"Creamy."
Are you a creamy or a crunchy fan? (I actually prefer crunchy, but I was trying to think like a mouse).
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