Busted!

I had devised a plan so clever, so ingenious, that it actually took her weeks to catch on. She lets the weasels out and then she heads to the kitchen to do paperwork and bills--the weasels, being the little egg-suckers that they are, would always run right along at her feet into the kitchen with her.

Well, we invented a little game. "Prisoner of War" (which I despise!) is what gave me the idea--this one is called "The Gatekeeper." I sit behind the curtain into the hallway and as they try to leave the livingroom, they are forced into a sudden attack. Sleepy and dopey, they forget every time and it scares them enough that they don't fight back.

Now that she knows, I'm going to lay low for a couple of days and pretend it was a one time occurrence. And when she has forgotten--revenge will be mine!
~Mashed Potato~