Mestee Blogger

There's a mouse is our house. In fact, there may be many mice in our hice. For the time being, I'll assume that there's only one. I've now had several run-ins with the little fella, as he typically comes out to play in the late night hours.

Three days ago at 5:00 AM, I woke up to the call of nature, and when I opened my eyes I swear I heard a noise coming from my closet. It sounded like the crinkling of a plastic bag. I got out of bed and turned on the light, only to have the faint noise stop. I figured that I could easily be imagining this sound, but I checked it out anyway. I lifted up the plastic Shaw's bag that seemed to be making he noise. It contained a book, a CD booklet, and a sealed container of Ramen Noodles. A cursory inspection revealed nothing suspicious in the bag. I set it down on the floor and continued checking out the closet...but now the bag was making noise again. I figured the items inside were just falling into place after I laid them on the ground. I picked

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up the bag again and began to remove the book. At that point, a mouse jumped out of the bag, hit the ground running, and scurried under the couch in my room. The surprise and disgust I felt at that moment, combined with the early hour of morning, caused me to unleash a silent girly screech of terror. I was the only one in the room, but I was still embarrassed. Possibly because I knew that I would have to tell all of you about it. I took one of the mouse traps that we had set in the kitchen and put it in my room, right in front of the tiny hole next to the radiatior, where I had seen the mouse run for shelter after I stalked him and got him out from behind the couch. The trap hasn't been sprung yet, and there have been no signs of the mouse in my room since then. Minimally, it seems to be working as a deterrent.

Last night, as I sat typing at my laptop in the kitchen with my headphones on, my peripheral vision picked up something moving on the floor next to me. I looked down, and there was the mouse. If not the same little guy that I had hunted for in my room, then certainly a close relative. Upon seeing the mouse, I completely spazzed and kicked both of my legs up in the air from my seated position. One of my shoes actually made contact with the mouse, booting him towards the living room, where he scurried behind the couch. I didn't even make an effort to track him down once he disappeared. He had won that battle, but he will not win the war.

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