Ok, Mom, if you are reading this, I'm not talking about a REAL stranger so please don't go dial 911. Actually, my stranger is about 2 inches tall, black hair with whiskers, and a little tail. Yep, we have a mouse. UGH!!! I heard a noise the other day while I was moving some things around. I didn't think much of it and just brushed it off as normal house noise. Then, the weekend after Greg leaves for a trip, I see him. I was getting the kids ready to run to the store when all of a sudden, this blur of black fur goes running from the living room into the foyer. Of course, I jump back, which caused Riley to scream, which then caused Taylor to jump on the couch and then poor Hayden was just sitting in his carseat in the middle of the room. At the same time, I see my neighbor, Rachael, through my windows walking the back track behind our houses. She ended up watching all the kids at her house while I went to get mouse traps, along with milk and eggs. That evening, after dinner at her house (I was still a bit mouse scared), I came home with the kids and started trying to work the traps. Oh my goodness!! Those things are difficult to do. So it was a no go on the snapping traps, mainly because I was about to snap my own finger off. I put out the pellets of poison in a couple of spots. but after checking on them each day, the mouse never even bothered to rip into the stash, so those weren't working either. I also got the glue traps, but my other neighbor said those are not all that great either. He came downstairs to find a mouse stuck to one while still alive and...well...it just wasn't pretty.
So Greg is FINALLY on his way home so he said he'll be my hero in shining armor and get the little furball. And it's not a moment too soon. I was sitting here watching some TV with Hayden asleep in his bassinett beside me. I hear something coming from the kitchen and I just knew it was my little night creature. I got up quietly and poked around the corner, and there he was!! He shrieked! I shrieked! He ran! I ran! And then I was frozen for about 30 seconds. I'm sure he was too, but he was somewhere under the couch. After getting over my initial mouse fear, I grabbed the closest thing to me, a blowup alligator. After swishing the alligator tail under the couch a couple of times, I realized that probably wasn't the best weapon of choice. So I tiptoed into the kitchen and grabbed the broom. I gave the couch a few pokes and then ran the broom under the couch and out pops Mr. Mouse running toward the other couch. I jumped and started to run away, but then realized, I'm bigger than this little 3 ouncer so I can do this. After a few more pokes, he dashed out again and is most likely under the couch I am currently sitting on. I have now given up and am hoping Greg can somehow catch the little guy. If not, I'm buying a case of the snap traps and setting them all over downstairs. I really don't want my house looking like a scene from the Mouse Trap movie, but I gotta do what I gotta do. I'm still trying to figure out where he is getting food. I have been pretty diligent about cleaning up and vaccuming and sweeping the floors. Of course, I do have three children, so I'm sure there's a cheerio here and there. But without this mouse having Super Man strength to open the refridgerator for a midnight snack, HOW IS HE GETTING FOOD?? Oh well. His days are numbered and hopefully, please please please, I'll be mouse free soon.
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