We have a mouse in our apartment. Yes, a mouse.
When we first moved in we didn’t really notice the mouse droppings in nearly every room of the apartment, but after a few days we began to notice them while cleaning.
Then, one night, Julianne was in the kitchen doing something and I heard her scream from the other side of the apartment (I was two and a half rooms away).
I rush into the kitchen and Julianne’s face is pinky-red and she’s breathing hard and her eyes are all flared and wild looking—I ask her what’s wrong, thinking she somehow chopped off her fingers with the meat cleaver the last tenant left behind, or some other scream-worthy event must have taken place.
“We have a mouse!!!”
I look at her, and shake my head. To me, a mouse is not something that is scream-worthy, but hey, I can deal.
Thus began the quest to get a mouse trap from our university contact person . . . two weeks and a few days later, we finally got one.
During the two weeks (seriously!) wait I decided to give the mouse a name: Mr. Mouse.
Mr. Mouse is definitely a nighttime action kind of guy. He’s quick, and he likes to investigate every nook and cranny for food. He also enjoys leaving little poo pellets behind as messages for us to know he’s eating, healthy, and quite enjoying his new house mates.
He even left a little turd right in the center of my computer desk next to my computer mouse–maybe he felt some kind of kinship to his digital-age brother.
One of the other things Mr. Mouse likes to do is to wait for us to be in the bathroom if we get up during the middle of the night, and then make a mad dash for the kitchen. Our bedroom is on one side of the bathroom, and the kitchen on the other . . . so when he sprints by, it’s pretty easy to hear the little horse-patter-patter sounds of his great sprint past the bathroom and towards the kitchen where there is a gaping hole under the sink counter that leads into the wall . . . which I assume leads to Mr. Mouse’s lair.
Anyways, getting back to the trap . . . The trap is a sticky-glue trap type, and there are two central spots where you’re supposed to put bait of some kind.
Julianne loaded up the trap with two pieces of cheese, and we discussed who was going to do the awful deed of whacking Mr. Mouse and sending him to mouse heaven . . .
I began to feel bad for Mr. Mouse, and secretly started to root for him to evade Julianne’s evil attempts to trap him with the cheese bait.
The next morning, one of the two cheese baits was gone–Mr. Mouse had beaten the sticky trap design, and stolen Julianne’s cheese bait.
As of right now the score stands as,
Mr. Mouse vs. Julianne, 1-0
Julianne plans to try using a piece of chicken tonight as bait.
I’m predicting Mr. Mouse not only takes the chicken, but also comes back for the second piece of cheese.
GO MR. MOUSE!!!