The mouse in our shack had been scarce for awhile now. It was like it was afraid of the trap we set up. Like it realized that we were trying to ensnare it.

Sergeant Atkinson, however, met his mouse once again. He crept upon his prey, quiet as a mouse, and sprayed the rodent with, of all things, Lysol! He knew he couldn't kill the mouse with Lysol, but that wasn't the point.