Exterminators Wanted ...

   While someone I know very well seems to have succeeded in ridding her house of those nasty little rodents some people call mice, it appears that the Funhouse is not so lucky.

   Yesterday Esteemed Co-Worker and Bossman indignantly reported that one whole box of imported chocolate-covered biscuits from England had disappeared. The rounds were made to track down the number actually eaten by co-workers, and it was still short of the number missing.

  I am beginning to get the feeling that Speedy and his pals are getting a bad rap... Could it be that there are two-legged vermin stealing the cookies and biscuits?! Gasp! Surely not...

  I've heard that real mice like peanut butter (mixed with poison would do the trick) so Monday morning bright and early, I'll be in with a jar of peanut butter. It will go into small containers that I'll hide in places no human would think to go--i.e. the men's washroom, the dusty room with archives from fifteen years ago, perhaps the undersides of our desks where the cleaners always seem to miss...

  Bye bye, mon cowboy! It's been great knowing you, but even better saying goodbye!