What’s a better way of starting your morning than finding a mouse in your warehouse?

I’d rather sell 20 sets of Strong N224 24” 3-jaw power chucks.

This mouse was scurrying to and fro among the chuck crates and the cylinder crates. It eventually made its way to our kitchen where it said hi to Jen. It scuttled under the fridge and hid there until I started poking around with a broom. After it popped its head out and ran head-on into Molly’s water dish, it bee-lined it back under the safety of the fridge.

We now have a “mouse perimeter” around the fridge, hoping to block it in and catch it so that we can release it in the wild. However…our landlord Sean heard our screams and threw some rat poison behind the fridge. :( Annie is not looking forward to dealing with a deceased mouse later this week.