My roomate took off for a week of climbing in Wyoming…and I’m a sissy on that one so I stuck around. She took her dog with her which has, apparently, given license to freedom for the little critters around here.
While watching tv yesterday I noticed a large brown form dart out from behind the entertainment center. Automatic reaction: SPIDER!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Ok no, thank God, just a mouse. Well they’re cute but not so good to have in the house. I remember Carrie saying, “There’s mice in the garage now and Trudy (dog) has caught a couple in the backyard so be careful not to leave any doors open or anything.” Got it, check. Wait…oops. I didn’t realize I left the back door wide open for most of the day. Bad roomate.
So now it’s my duty to track him down and get him out. I just don’t want to clean up mouse mush and I didn’t really want to do the poison thing. So I pondered this aloud while at dinner with my friend Alex. He is quite the handy guy…a real MacGuyver…so he built me a live trap out of a soup can, spatula, mouse trap spring and zip ties.
We put peanut butter in there and set our trap. When I got up this morning I fully expected to find a fury little friend in the trap.
So I added swiss cheese.
And while reading on the couch today I see him run from my roomate’s bedroom right past me into the coat closet.
Ok now he’s just taunting me. In fact I’ve named him Chuckles because I can hear his little laughter.
Well I’ve relocated the trap right outside the closet….still waiting.
And I just found this guy out on the patio…going nowhere fast.
His name is Buzz.
The doodle should probably come home and deal with all this.