Decapitated Bustard

I hope you're not eating.

If you are, read this later...if your one of those people who gets queezy from blood and guts.

I'm sure you guys know we are at war with the Bustards in our house. Bustards are the mice. I did have another nickname for them until a friend of mine told me a pretty funny story.

One had ran across the floor in her house and she yelled a word at it that could sound like Bustard... I'm sure you can guess the word. Her little girl asked her what the mouse's name was. And she had no clue what she was talking about. And the little girl said, "yes you do mommy, his name was Bustard!" Now that's funny.

So the mice around this joint from now on are called Bustards.

We have been doing everything possible to get rid of them. We caught one on a sticky trap the other day.

And this morning I walked out the back door to find a decapitated Bustard on our rock patio. If I could have high-fived our cat Whiskey, I would have.

But the pictures look funny, it's literally decapitated. I looks like she used a knife. I don't know how she did it, but it's pretty funny looking. So I had to take a picture.

And apparently he didn't taste very good....