Why You Shouldn't Allow Your Eight-Year Old Twins to Use Your Digital Camera Unsupervised

Mighty Hunter

For weeks, Joey could barely be peeled away from the kitchen, where he crouched vigilantly, staring at the stove. I recognized the stance and chided him for his thinking that there was prey underneath there -- I thought that some movement was keeping him fooled.

Imagine my surprise at coming across a dead mouse deposited on our living room floor, then!

Joey was completely vindicated.

After posing with his catch, I hunted about the house for a suitable box to stand in as a mouse coffin, finally pulling something out of my gift stash, a cute box that once held something pretty. I wrapped it in some tissue paper and, lacking an immediate funeral plan, put it out on the front porch for later.

The next day, Tad came across the box and, thinking that a kind neighbor had left us a present, eagerly unwrapped it.

Now Joey seems obsessed with the underside of the dishwasher... eek!