
I never could suspend my belief enough to enjoy (or watch) Ratatouille because two years ago we had mice in our kitchen. It was horrible. I can't even pretend that mice in the kitchen is a cute storyline because I remember the 5 we caught in about a week. We plugged all the holes we found with tin foil (they can't eat through it) and put out a lot of sticky traps. We never had anymore that year, and then we moved to a new place thinking our problem would be over forever (at least hoping it would be).
On Sunday, we discovered some holes in the bread bag sitting on the counter. Terror raced through us again. Again, it was horrible and yucky! We moved appliances and found small dark drops of doom along the wall behind the stove and fridge. So, we plugged holes and put out more traps. The next morning two were caught. Now, the nice thing about sticky traps is that the mice attempt to run across them and get caught (usually quickly). The bad thing is that then they need to be killed (so as not to prolong their pain, which might seem a little like an oxymoron since the entire premise is their death, but we do it nonetheless).
Well, here is where my title comes in. Amelia is kind and brave enough to do the deed once they have been caught. I won't go into details, but I am really glad she is willing to do it. Hopefully, we won't have anymore and luckily I am moving to the sixth floor of a complex. And no, I will not be watching Ratatouille anytime in the future--or ever.