My goal for nosquareinch.com is that it would be a place where ideas can be presented openly and honestly. I've asked my friend Nate to post when he has time and present his ideas on life, faith, and whatever else comes to mind. You can check out more of Nate's work at natekohrs.com.

There is currently a small mouse residing somewhere in my kitchen. I saw him again last night, which was the first I've seen him since my initial sighting a few days ago. I was hoping he had found the crumb selection here to be disagreeable to his delicate rodent intestines, and had perhaps set off in search of another kitchen to invade with his filthy, free-loading vermin self. Try 12B you little bugger... I always smell delicious food wafting from over there.

I placed some traps around. The good kind... the old-school wood and metal blood and guts kind you can't use if you have small children or pets. The kind that glisten coppery gold in the pale fluorescent light of a desperate New York City midnight. Cruel and medieval they sneer and wink from across the room. Waiting.

My subject has so far eluded me, but no matter... I will soon have my vengeance. So sleep peacefully for now little mammal. Soon your hunger and curiosity will get the better of you and you'll venture out again. 'Oh, what's that??' you'll surely ask yourself. 'It smells like Smuckers all natural creamy peanut butter.' There it will sit, just a quick scamper across the linoleum away. It will call you to.... taunt you from atop what you will no doubt see as a shiny amusement park ride resting on a copy of last month's Time magazine.

And then, oh yes my friend, and then I shall hear the sound that separates the men from the beasts. The sound that ensures the dominance of the human over the rodent. A sound to echo long and sweet across the open spaces of the world. Short, violent, final.

Snap.