Monday, March 05, 2007
R.I.P., little mousies
We have a mouse.
Or, I should say, we had a mouse.
Or, I should say, we had mice.
For the first time in our nearly nine years of marriage, we had to dispatch some rodents.
It all started Friday night. My parents came over for the aforementioned peanut butter pie, and Jason discovered that some towels he'd put in the dryer before we left weren't dry yet. The air was working, but there was no heat. Or something.
He and my dad set about an investigation.
In the course of the investigation, the dryer (which, like the washing machine, is in the kitchen, though they aren't next to each other, GO FIGURE) was moved away from the wall, leaving the vent hole in the floor exposed.
Cut to Saturday night. I was sitting in my living room watching TV, when all of a sudden something small caught my eye at the left corner of the entertainment center.
It cut in and out of my field of vision enough for me to discern it's distinct mouse-like-ness.
I quickly called Jason in on the situation.
The mouse ran around the edge of the wall, across the doorway that leads to the hall, and behind the couch. There, we lost him.
Since it was so late, we decided to let him have one more night of reprieve and get some traps the next day.
Also, since rodents are mostly nocturnal, Jason decided it would be most efficient to wait until bed time to set them.
(Also, he wasted some of my good Skippy Natural Peanut Butter on those little monsters!)
All that night, I was edgy. I heard the floor creak, and asked Jason if that could be the mouse, coming to get us.
(His reply: "That would have to be an R.O.U.S." For those of you who aren't familiar with The Princess Bride, that stands for Rodents of Unusual Size. They live in the fire swamp. But I digress.)
About 11 p.m. last night, we heard a satisfying "snap." Jason got up to investigate (yes, alone!) and found one dead mouse beside the refrigerator.
I slept soundly, thinking our problem was over. Jason asked me to check the other traps this morning, but I thought that if we'd caught another mouse in the night, surely we'd be able to smell it by morning.
I thought wrong.
As I was leaving this morning, my eye caught something behind the couch.
It was small, brown, and attached to a mouse trap.
I once again summoned Jason, my Knight in Shining Armour.
He'd better not even set those traps tomorrow, because he'll be gone all day and I do NOT deal with dead animals of any sort.
Not the fish. And most certainly not mice.
I'm pretty freaked out right now, to think that we had not one but TWO. And if two, who knows how many more came up through that vent hole?