Trapped

A few days ago Michael was talking to me in the front room, and my mommy-meter wiggled and I said, "Where's Jane?"

Michael went to find her and brought her back with two glue traps (meant for mice) stuck to each arm.

I wish wish WISH I had thought to take a picture, because the look on her face was so hilarious, like "Um, what's going on?"

But instead my first thought was to release her from the mouse traps as soon as possible, while teasing her that we caught something much bigger in those traps!