I find it ridiculous that my kids would be perfectly content to sit for hours and pet a hamster, but the mere thought of a possible run in with a mouse gives them nightmares for days (although my oldest also got nightmares from watching the preview of Johnny Depp's Alice in Wonderland, and the first ten minutes of "Passage to Zarahemla"). And I am definitely not going down there myself. I won't even pet the hamster.
So, since Dax is usually the oldest man present when I happen to need something from the food storage room he usually gets to take one for the team and go fetch the item. This morning it was a box of cereal. Thankfully he had a plan. He went armed, made himself look as ferocious as possible, and let out a scream that could be heard down the block.
The mice didn't stand a chance.
PS. Ignore the mismatched pajamas. We have a lot of laundry to do around these parts. Don't hate.