"We have mice..."

he said, the DAY BEFORE he left, "in the garage. I found the mouse trap, just put some cheese in it and set it out behind the refrigerator." Good Lord.

In my world where there is division of labor, THIS is a MAN'S JOB. Clearly.

How can I be expected to handle a MOUSE TRAP where there is a DEAD MOUSE! There are a lot of MAN'S JOBS I can deal with when my husband is away. I can trap bugs, hang curtains, take out the garbage, manage the household, spackle walls, load the skis, but THIS is a LITTLE MUCH to ask of me.

Why don't I just leave it for him to deal with when he comes back?
A valid question. The problem is that the last time we had mice in the garage and Ric started trapping them, he got 14 in all.

I could ask my neighbor's husband to take on this job for me.
Also a valid point. Maybe I could set the traps and he could ~empty~ them for me. Well, there are a lot of things I depend on my neighbors for when Ric's away, and a lot of things they do for me voluntarily out of pity (and kindness). I'm not exactly sure if I should cash in on these favors for mice.

Yuck.
I found the first dead one yesterday. I didn't look when I ~emptied~ the trap and I guess that was okay. Ric owes me BIG.

** For you PETA folks:
Yes, we tried the humane traps; the mice figured out how to get the cheese and never got trapped.