For the first time in my short but exciting life I can truly say…“there’s a mouse in my house” and not be quoting a Dr. Suess book. Actually, I don’t think it’s here now. It’s somewhere in the dorm. *sigh* Hopefully my girls don’t find out or they’ll probably all try to sleep with me tonight. (No, that will never do.) *shudder* A few nights ago I was sitting in my Chair (green recliner - a gift from heaven and my parents after heart surgery), looking at something on my laptop. There were no lights on except for a string of lights on my fake tree in the corner of my living room. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a large blur go across the kitchen floor. I did a guilty leap, a sharp intake of breathe, muttered a few choice words, and slowly and rather tensely got up to investigate. After finding nothing, I finally decided that it was my imagination. Thought maybe it was a roach or something. I know, much better. But, no, gentle readers, such was not the case. Tonight, once again in The Chair, I saw a little brown mouse come out from under the stove, run back, come back out, and run back under again. Now, I love all of God’s creatures, but I love them in their proper habitats. My kitchen is not one. I am dead set against a house full of mouse droppings and chewed up items. So, I borrowed a Cunning Trap and trickily set it with peanut butter.
Within two minutes, the fearless mouse was out (with Brent and I in the room) sniffing at the trap. It sprung, and he leapt back unscathed and much smarter. Several minutes later, the trap reset and Brent and I with our popcorn for the show, Mr. Mouse poked his head out, looked at us for a while and then (after cutting a wide swath around the trap) commenced to playing under my front door. Yes, he can crawl under it. He ran around in circles for awhile and then scurried out down the first floor hall. So, he is now loose in the dorm somewhere. I now have a towel stuffed under the door, so hopefully, he won’t be able to come back and visit -- at least tonight. The trap is still set. If I hear it go off in the middle of the night, I will probably soil myself.
Earlier this week we had a little brown bat hanging from a light in the 4th floor hallway, so I’m not sure what this place is coming to. It is becoming the rodent capital of the world. Maybe I should invest in a cat. (On second thought, I’m not quite to that point.) *In case any health inspectors read this, THE DORM IS VERY CLEAN. THESE ARE FREAK INCIDENTS.*
Other than the above, it has been a nice day. Brent & I spent a lot of time together. We spent part of the day at Winton Woods -- saw some animals, walked a trail, laughed a lot. And it was good.
I leave you with this thought for the day.
Be kind out there.