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We have a mouse! And it's freakin me out! I'm not afraid of mice. I like mice. Well rats, I like rats. I raised rats when the boys were young. I raised mice too, I fed them to my frog, the pinkies, I still can't believe I did that because now, when I think about it, it grosses me out. Mice are ok but they are a tad skittish and would sometimes get away if you held them to much. Nevertheless, having a wild one run amok in your kitchen is wrong in so many ways.

Youngest comes home one night and tells me we have a mouse, he saw it run from the living room to under the hutch. Lovely, a mouse in the house. The next night he saw it run under the couch. Ok now that has my attention! I sit on that couch every morning, evening too. Something must be done. Something will be done.

I set a trap. You know, one of those old fashioned wood base things, spring loaded and guaranteed to snap your fingers at least once during the catching of the mouse event. I slip a little cooked bacon on the end. They love bacon. It never fails. I'll catch them all day long with a bit of bacon. BH is concerned. 'Little Maya B may try to get the bacon and catch her nose on it' 'Maybe, but it'll only happen once.' He's not happy about that. Half an hour later we hear a horrific yelp. 'Well, you wont do that again will you?' I get a dirty look from BH. He rubs her nose and talks pretty to her. She has him wrapped around her furry little paw.

The next morning. Nothing. There is no mouse. The trap is sprung. The bacon gone. The mouse, fat and happy and leaving a disgusting trail inside my cupboards.

I reset the trap. This time I tie the bacon on to the little metal thing, which offsets the trap and I snap my fingers not once but twice. Finally, it is set and under the living room hutch where we have seen the mouse.

The next morning. Nothing. There is no mouse but he did not get the bacon this time. I am happy for that at least, but the trap, I gotta get a better trap.

Off to Lowes. They have these pretty cool traps. We bought 2 kinds. One is a round type, you set it with pnut butter, twist it round and leave it out. The mouse goes in, springs the trap, and you toss the whole kit and caboodle out without ever seeing the mouse. It's a one time deal which I don't think much of but we'll try it. The second one is a spring type but it's covered with plastic. They climb in, spring the trap, and you can ditch the mouse without touching anything yucky.

This is happy. This just may work. I gleefully set it in a cupboard where I have seen 'evidence' of the mouse. I also set the spring one under the hutch, just for kicks. The next morning, under the hutch, nada. Not sprung. But, in the cupboard, VICTORY! I have a mouse! YEEEHAW! I do a little dance and sing a little song and dump the offender in the trash.

I know there is never just one mouse. I know this. I raised enough rodents to know they are social creatures. They are also prolific little beasties. You know what they say about rabbits? Well double that for mice and rats. There will be more I'm quite sure. I set the traps for night 2, both traps downstairs. The next morning. Nothing.

Hmmmm.

What's this. A note from middle.

Mom,
I caught the mouse and let him go down the street. He was on my Xbox watching me get dressed.

ps kinda creepy

Indeed!

He even took a picture of the little guy. Kind of cute. It's really hard to hate something that garsh darn cute. But I've managed.

I told him I already caught the mouse. Or rather a mouse.

Not good.

So we haul out to Lowes for more of the closed mouse trap kind. Not the round kind that don't seem to be doin diddly at this point.

We buy 4 more.

Altogether we've snagged 5. One large and 4 pretty tiny leetle meeses.

My traps have come up empty for 4 days now.

I still have hope.

After dusting the living area I pulled the picture from the front of the hutch. I'd hidden the old fashioned trap behind there and forgotten all about it.

I don't know how long he was there but he was small and crunchy.