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POSITIVE ID

I spread the D-Con breakfast bars in strategic locations around the storage room. It was cold this past weekend, so I thought the little varmit went into hibernation, especially since I didn't hear anything more on Tuesday and most of today. But then, it was back. Big noises coming from the storage room.

We were engaged in a game of (so to speak) cat and mouse. I'd wait until it sounded busy, flip the light, pop the door . . . and nothing in there. Not even the breakfast bars. This could be bad -- a varmit that eats D-Con bars and comes back for seconds.

But I finally caught sight of it. My little visitor looks like this. So cute. So innocent. So better be gone. Wide eyed and cute no matter. I don't want to be the guy that was so sweet he let the thing alone which allowed it to enlarge its trails bit by building bit which weakened the structural integrity of the building which caused it to collapse. "Um, yeah, bishop . . . "