Driving down the road in my town, I looked carefully for the road where I was supposed to turn. As I looked to the left, I saw this. It literally took my breath away. I pulled over to the side of the road to make sure what I was seeing was real. I felt like the godfather was sending me a message.

I was born and bred in NYC and later moved to southern Maine. You don’t see much of this in those parts. I am also not a hunter–though I do eat meat. Now we live further North and I have to admit that I wondered if our move would suit us as I drove away from these hanging deer.

That said, my husband and I have become hunters ourselves now. We are thinking we might film a new pilot called Mouse Hunters. Our assault weapon looks fairly old fashioned, but works beautifully. When loaded with peanut butter, we can catch those suckers in 15 minutes or less.

Some people have asked if we use the kind traps and set them free. Those people clearly don’t live in an old house in the country. If we didn’t kill them, they’d be back in the house in 15 minutes or less.

We don’t hate mice. We don’t eat mice. We kill them because they eat the wires in our house. We find bite marks in the butter on the kitchen island. We sometimes miss Halloween candy, only to find empty wrappers sticking out from under the baseboard. We just don’t want mice living with us. That’s all.

Now if you drive by our house on Summer Street, you might see this

And I’ll just have to hope that people don’t wish they’d moved to different neighborhood.