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Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
I have a thing for peanut M&M's. I keep a wee tiny bowl of them on my desk for inspirational munching while I work. Turns out someone else has been munching, too. We recently discovered that we have a Christmas mouse in our house who apparently has a thing for peanut M&M's, too. My husband discovered the leftovers behind my laptop. Evidently our little mouse loves the chocolate and peanuts but isn't a big fan of the outer sugar shell, which are left in a neat pile.
We weren't completely sure we had a mouse until my son said he saw it scurry across the kitchen floor and squeeze under the stove. Now I'm pretty impressed. There isn't a whole lot of room under that range to scurry, particularly if you have been feasting on peanut M&M's.
I was totally enamored by our little guest, until my hubby told me that it might be a girl and girls have babies and that leads to a family of mice. I don't want to know what he plans to do about it. I prefer to keep visions of sugarplum fairies and our M&M-eating Christmas mouse in my head.
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