Mice, mice, baby.

Alright stop, collaborate and listen.

Catching mice is a good experience. Last week, my American Idol viewing pleasure was interrupted by a small field mouse scuttling past behind the TV. My initial frustration at the little rodent soon gave way to a rush of excitement, anticipation and competitiveness.

I've never been into fishing, but after spending a weekend catching mice, I've got a better idea of the appeal of such sports:

1. The strategy around placing the trap (a humane one, of course)
2. The nuances of bait choice (genre and size)
3. The waiting... oooh, the thrill of the waiting
4. The anticipation every time you stop to check the trap, and then
5. The exhilaration when you see the trap door down and the little fella scuttling around inside.

There can be few household chores that are more fun.