He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
Ok, it wasn't a sword, it was a brown paper bag. And it wasn't a wood, it was my kitchen. And really, it was more of a little squeak, definitely not a burble. The Operation Demousification Relocation Program (at least at this writing) has proven to be successful! In all, four mousies were bagged and moved. Holes were foamed, along with other deterring measures, and it seems to be working. I sincerely hope this is my last mousy posting.