Yesterday morning after our leisurely breakfast, while Jody washed dishes, I heard a scream from the kitchen and went running - Jody had encountered a very bold, impudent mouse that ran right across her foot and down the stairs into the basement. As DB was gone, I immediately asked our gaurd to come in and search for the mouse to find and kill it. He then laughed and said that he had watched the mouse come inside the house from outside the day before! Some gaurd! He was unenthusiastic about the search (and would not even go inside our bedroom downstairs for cultural reasons). After asking him twice to return to the basement and not come back until he found the mouse, i finally gave up, realizing that he didn’t even cared the slightest about a mouse in my basement.  I called DB and told him about our tragedy and he too laughed.  He was playing snooker (what they call billiards here) with a bunch of business men, who thought it equally hilarious that I was so concerned about a mouse.  I guess in a place where people live in houses made of mud with no glass in their windows and only blankets covering their doorways, mice are not feared or hated as they are in America.  Never the less, DB came home with 2 mouse traps, and his friends from the Snooker Club brought by two more.  Strategically placed in prime mouse loving locations that EB could not get too, these vicious traps sat for less than two hours before our little brave house guest met his fate.  Sorry to my animal loving friends, but I have a deep seated horrification of all rodent like animals that goes back to when I was very young.  I happy to say that the little critter’s last meal was cheese and peanut butter - he probably never at better.