One morning last week as we were leaving for school/work, Todd saw a little brown mouse scurry across our entry into the kitchen. Todd's first instinct was to scare it into staying in the kitchen, then swat it out the front door with the broom I was supposed to find and hand him. (In retrospect, this plan also involved me holding the door open while a mouse was swatted in my direction. Um, no.) My plan was to put on some shoes then trap Mousey under a box. So of course both of us acted on our instincts and neither succeeded. The mouse disappeared under the cabinets.
I've thought I've heard him nibbling a couple of times since, but this morning at 4:45 I heard him. I got out of bed, put on my shoes, and sat in the dark listening. He was easy to find behind the oven, loudest eater ever. He even peeked out his little head to taunt me.
I relocated my "humane" mouse traps to right by the oven. I don't really want to kill the poor little thing, but he's had a full week to leave of his own volition or in one of my nice traps. It's snap-trap time, I'm going all Murder I on him now.
But really, how gross does your house have to be to attract rodents? At least Todd was the first to discover him, can you even imagine if he had run over my foot while I was in the kitchen cooking? EWWW! I want to douse myself and the whole place in Lysol.
Countdown to graduation: 46 days!
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