OMG! This mouse is seriously going to be the death of me! My blood pressure is through the roof. If I have a heart attack and die, please refrain from telling everyone that it was a mouse that did me in. Make it a snake or something BIG and scary!
Since I was unsure of the mouse's whereabouts, I barricaded myself and my dog into a bedroom last night. NOT the bedroom where the mouse was originally found! But I figured surely the mouse is outside and on the off chance that it is still in here it will not come in here where my dog is. Good theory I think and it seemed to work. I woke up rested and the dang mouse never crossed my mind again.
I am "working" from home today so I set up shop and got started. Around 9:00 a.m. I went into the kitchen to get a pen. I opened up the "pen" drawer and there was this huge wad of stuffing. As my mind was trying to figure out what this was and why it was in the pen drawer, I see the dang mouse in the back of the drawer. I screamed, slammed the drawer closed, grabbed my purse, and ran out the door. Once safely in my car, I called my co-worker, explained my disappearance and set out to get something to get rid of this devil animal!
Now the lake house is in the middle of nowhere so stores have are very limited items...my choices were little pellets the mouse will eat and then go off an die or regular old snap mouse traps. Well I don't really want to kill the little guy, but killing him is certainly preferable to letting him roam the house terrorizing me, so I buy the traps. I need to be SURE this time that the mouse is gone! Pellets that may or may not kill him are not going to cut it! I do not think my sanity can handle another close encounter!
I am now back home with 8 mouse traps, some peanut butter, and the knowledge that the mouse is 2 feet from where I am sitting loading these traps. Oh god! Suck it up Melanie; you have to take care of this! I have to repeat this over and over to myself through this entire ordeal! Ok, all my traps are loaded and I begin placing the easy ones. One under the couch, under the dresser, in the pantry, in the laundry room....and I am down to four. Now I have to put one in the drawer where the mouse is, and I figure if I put one in the drawer next to that one and the two cabinets underneath would work well. Now I just have to do it!
I can barely breathe! I lure my dog in the kitchen with a little peanut butter because I want her in there with me in case the thing runs out! I must not loose sight of it again and I know her little nose will find him on the ground! Thank god I have her here with me! Alright, just DO IT ALREADY! I swing open the drawer next to the one where the mouse was and jump back! Nothing came out so I slowly approach. Ewww gross! There is mouse poop ALL over the inside of this drawer! This, of course, is the silverware drawer so I guess I will be eating with my hands the remainder of the weekend! I certainly will not be opening any of these drawers again until I hear that trap snap! Here is the worst part! I want to quickly place this trap in the drawer and shut it again, but my fear of this trap snapping on my finger as I place it in the drawer is also present. So I am forced to slowly lower the trap in place thinking every second this damn mouse is going to run out and get on me! Ugh, I am seriously DYING!
First one down, I repeat the same awful process with the two cabinets underneath...no sign of the mouse. Now only the pen drawer remains. I pull a stool close...not too close, but close enough that I have something to jump on if the mouse comes out. I whip the drawer open and jump on my stool. Initially no sign. I quickly grab the little nest and throw it on the counter so it is out of my way...back on the stool. I sit there for a minute staring at the drawer and guess what happens. That little bastard mouse sneaks out from the back of the drawer, pokes his head around and then goes back in. OMG, OMG, OMG! I have to stick my hand in there! OMG, OMG, OMG! How am I going to do this? Shit! I approach, as fast as I can without slapping the trap and drop it in the drawer then jump back to my stool. The drawer is still open but I can't see the mouse. Dammit, the trap is not really where I wanted it. I quickly snatch a pen from the drawer and I use it to push the trap into place. Well, close enough, I am not picking the thing up again to move it around! Then I decide to put a little of his "nest" over the trap hoping to lure him closer...again, I use the pen! Finally, I get the drawer closed. And now, I sit and wait. I have no radio, no TV, no sound of any kind on in the house at all. I WANT to hear that damn trap when it snaps and it better snap! If I don't get this guy before bedtime I could very well be sleeping in my truck tonight! Tomorrow enforcements arrive....my BFF and her husband and another couple I am good friends with. The men are going to kill that mouse before this weekend is over! I have already warned them that they will be searching the crawl place for holes and plugging them up so I am not in this predicament again! But they won't be here until well after dinner...I am not sure if I can make it that long. My sanity is decreasing with every hour that passes!
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