I don't like Mice!

For any of you who are wondering if this is a current picture you can check recent Facebook updates and see that it is. :) Even down to the fact that I need a haircut.

First important point to make is that when your husband tells you to go get mouse traps don't put the task off until you too actually see the rodent. It makes for an awful mess to clean up. YUCK! Second point don't mess with fancy traps that promise to keep you from having to see the dead mouse. The old fashioned ones have been around FOREVER for a reason....they WORK! Oh and the bait I used to catch that delightful little creep was peanut butter, oatmeal, and cocoa.

Next point of interest, mouse catching should be a MAN's sport not a woman's sport! The problem with this mouse is that Kent saw him and then there was no sign of him (didn't even find droppings) so I just didn't make purchasing traps a priority. Then IT happened. I was watching TV after Kent had come to bed and saw something out of the corner of my eye. When I looked up I saw the mouse scurrying from the kitchen to back behind the piano. At first I flipped and then I thought OK you little bugger I can figure out how to get you out the door. I was feeling quite empowered. So here it is 10/10:30 PM and I have unhooked the speaker and lay it down to block the mouse from going downstairs. Then I got the chair out of there. Thinking that there was no where to go but out the open front door I lifted up the piano. Finally it scurried out and up the stairs!!! WHAT! I grabbed the broom and went after it in hopes to stop it. I did thankfully! With quite the loud shriek I might add. It came back down the stairs and into the kitchen. At that point I was defeated...slightly. I still had a ton of adrenaline pumping through my body so I decided to look up how to make a homemade trap. That way there was some way to catch this mouse and get ride of him. So the next morning I woke up and still hadn't caught a mouse so I went and bought the fancy don't have to see him traps. Still no mouse caught the next morning so I bought 8 of the old standard traps. Set all 8 and the next morning BAM! Dead mouse to deliver to the receptacle. All day yesterday I spent cleaning up droppings behind the stove and refrigerator and washer and....! Sad part is I don't think he had discovered the upstairs until I had tried to get him out the door. That was where he ended up losing his life.

Now I am hoping and praying that he really was the only one...and that HE was a HE and not actually a she looking for a place to re propagate. Now as I look at the floors EVERY little dark spot I see freaks me out!  For a while I think we will keep those other mouse traps up...just in case!