Ooooh! A snapping sound!

I thought I just heard the snap of a mouse trap.

I went and checked. I was wrong. But the bastard fucking bastard fucking mouse has managed to get away with two match sticks stuck in with molten wax, holding food up high.

I'm about to give up. I'm gonna get really bloody violent now.

This isn't Danger mouse I'm dealing with, it's Special Forces Mouse. He has every skill. In fact, I don't know if I dare go to bed incase he tries to exact some revenge by setting light to it or something.

Anyone fancy a house swap? Anyone?