Mouse in the House

So, Suzy has been telling me for the last few months that it smells of mice in the house. While my insensitive nose cannot determine the difference between mice and stale bread. Then just a few days ago as I was diligently studying I notice out of the corner of my eye a small creature scurrying underneath the cabinets. Not knowing what to do or think I froze for a second and then when I got my wits about me, it had already found a small gap allowing it to scramble inside the dishwasher (I wonder what that says for our "clean" dishes?). I thought to myself that Suzy was right, which she usually is.

That night as I continued to study, this time finding myself on the floor watching my mindless accounting videos (talk about long and boring). I again noticed something out of the corner of my eye. Now, whether I am really good at paying attention to things that happen around me when I study or if I am just studying really boring topics I'm not sure, but as I whirled around there sat a little mouse sniffling at only 18 inches away from my face.

Jumping to my feet the mouse took off sprinting behind the television set. I thought 'I must not let it get away!' So I pushed one of Suzy's music binders up against the wall closing off any means of egress. After grabbing a piece of Tupperware we played hide-an-go-seek for the next 10 minutes. I would peer around the corner and when it would see me it would take off back behind the television and would hide itself again. Getting down to business I removed all folders and books leaving not where to hide and using the computer and a large envelope I forced a path that lead him (just assuming that it is male, I did not take it upon myself to truly identify it's gender) into the open. Finally he made a break for it and I started to slam the Tupperware down and then from fear I dropped it instead and it just happened to land on him, quickly coming to my senses I pushed my hand down firmly onto the Tupperware as to not allow him to escape.

My new dilemma was that I had to find a way to get my mouse trap into the Tupperware without letting, lets call him/her Alex (a gender neutral name), out. I slid Alex onto the hardwood floor where I build a cage out of empty binders. With the trap in place I took the Tupperware off and Alex began to wildly run in all directions and just to mock me he/she started to do gymnastics on the trap, for Alex was about the size of my thumb and did not weigh enough to set off the trap. Well, to keep out any gruesome details, let us just say that Alex has gone to a better place. If only Alex was not in my house, I wouldn't have had to kill that mouse.


Alex mocking me.