Picture this:

It's 5:30 am. I make my way to the milking shed with pail in hand. It's completely dark inside the shed. The pull cord for the light is inside, so I have to blindly enter. But, as I do so, I can hear the frantic scurrying of little icky mice! . . . .Everyday. And everyday, I shiver as I pull the light cord just in time to make out the ends of their tails as they scamper under the walls. Ugghh.

I hate mice!

I do not, however, hate these two little solutions that we brought home today.

Aren't they precious?

Their momma is an excellent hunter, so we're hoping for big results.

If Dexter will just leave them alone, we'll be good.