It used to be that no one knew what went on in the Pierson home unless we told. Not so any more!
The last time we had mice, it was a great story to tell...if we so chose. This time, while I suspected that we had a wild visitor, I didn't know for sure until a member of our small group silently mouthed, "Mm-ouw-sss" to another one, and giggled. (sigh)
Later the same Sunday evening while we were engaged in a VERY serious discussion of sexual sin, another of our group saw one running through the rafters, and offered to catch it. (si-igh)
This morning, Glen discarded the seventh mouse caught in the week and a half since that meeting.