I brought my kids with me to visit and one of the first things Mom says to me is there's a mouse in the basement and she doesn't know if the kids should know. I told her I'll fix the problem.

I MacGuyver this with a tin pan and an old cord. Add a bit of peanut butter on the hot, set the trap and wait. I'm pretty sure I'll cook that little fucker.

There's a little pet cemetery at the family farm. The last time I was there was to bury my old boy dachshund, Lolo. That's him to the left. They'll have fun together chasing the frogs and deer and then lay in the sun like all dachshunds do.