Life on the run...

The mouse is alive and in hiding! I don't know where he is! He could be lurking under my chair right now and I wouldn't know it. The only thing I can do is sit around and wait for my dog to smell something. I feel like I am living on the run...looking over my shoulder constantly. Scanning every room before I enter. Perking up my ears like a dog with every sound! OMG, I don't know how I will ever be able to come here on my own again! This is so traumatic! I awoke this morning excited to check the traps. I was even brave about it (didn't even use my stool). I thought for sure this mouse is gone! I checked all the traps that were not in the kitchen and those were still empty so I head in and swing open the drawers. To my horror, there was NOTHING! I left the one drawer open a little and just stood to the side to see if the little bugger would peep out again. No luck! I do not think it is in there anymore. I did see my dog sniffing around the stove for a little bit so maybe he is under there. IDK! I hate not knowing where to avoid! So I immediately dressed and headed to Home Depot for reinforcements. It took over 2 hours (HD is 45 minutes away) but I have tons of goodies. I have now spent $40 on mouse killing paraphernalia! I already had the snap traps and the "homemade trap" set up, but now I also have glue traps, and electrocution box, and little goodies to put in the crawl space under the house (prevention)! At this point I really don't care how this mouse dies, as long as it does.

Let me tell you about my day yesterday after I set the initial traps, which was around 10 a.m.! It was excruciating! I sat in the living room with no TV, no radio, and no noise of any kind. I didn't shower or move from that spot until 5 PM! I was just sitting there, listening. Praying to hear that snap! Finally at 5 I HAD to leave to walk my dog. So we did this and then I showered and went to town to get something to eat. Did I mention that I had barely eaten all day? Remember, I wasn't opening the silverware drawer because there were mouse terds all over so the little scraps of food that I did sneak into the kitchen to get had to be things I could eat with my hands. This basically meant stale chips and peanuts. So again, starving! When I got back from all of this, I checked the traps. Slowly and cautiously, just as I had set them. They were still the same. So by now it was around 8:00 and the alcohol was no longer calming my nerves (yes, I had been drinking since 10 in the morning) so I decided to go into the bedroom. I figured if Haley and I went in there and shut the door the little mouse would come out and get trapped! So off we went, I watched a little TV, read some of my book, had a nice peaceful evening. Then around 11 just as I was going to bed, it starts thundering. Now if you don't know, my dog is VERY scared of thunder storms. She shakes and pants and has a fit so I have anxiety meds for her when this happens. Well guess where those magic little pills were? Out in the kitchen of course, in the cabinet right above where I still think the mouse is! Lovely! So now I have to get up, get fully dressed (shoes and socks too in case I have to run), and walk out into the dark night, pray not to see mister mousey, and get Haley's medicine! Dammit! Luckily I made it back safely to the bedroom without any instances and I give Haley her meds. Now all I want to do is go to sleep so I can stop thinking about this damn mouse for 5 seconds. But Haley has decided that on this night, her medicine isn't going to work, so I am awake with her until the storm ends...around 3 a.m.!

So needless to say, we slept in a while. And I slept great too thinking my little friend was surely dead by now. Imagine my horror to realize that once again, he is still around...somewhere. Anyway, now I am home again and I have the new traps set. As I type, I am fairly certain that the mouse is now under the stove because Haley keeps going over there and growling. I am going outside now for 4 or 5 hours to cut the grass so I hope that while Haley and I are gone he will come out and play with his new toys :) And, thank god, my friends will be here tonight so I will be leaving the rest of the mouse catching to Joe and Rob (my friend's husbands)! Until then, I will continue to live on the edge. I accidentally dropped some cheese out of my sandwich during lunch and you would have thought I dropped a bomb! I cleaned it up so fast. All I kept thinking was "cheese, really, out of everything you had to drop cheese, idiot." You may, like my BFF last night, point out that I might be a little over dramatic about this entire thing, but I challenge you! Come out into the woods, by yourself and be terrorized by this rancid little rodent and see how your sanity holds up! I hope by the next update he is in mousey heaven....or wherever! Anywhere but here :)