MOUSE HUNT

Well, it has been awhile since I've blogged. I guess it's cause I've been caught up in the work/domestic life.

what? you say..well, more details on that later, but first i must address the issue of my subject.

THERE'S A MOUSE IN THE HOUSE!!

or rather the mouse is still in the house...(for those of you that already know..)

A few weeks ago, Ange was over and we were enjoying yet another great episode of Smallville, when I heard a rustling noise coming from the kitchen. Prior to this, I had kinda brought up the idea of there being a mouse, describing to her the little black dot like things we had discovered near the garbage....This description and the noise was confirmation enough, there was definitely a mouse in the house..

So the next day, I found myself at Walmart in the cleaning products section (one that I've become all too familiar with), looking at the array of mouse traps. Although I had a variety of products to choose from, I decided to go for the standard cheese-trap. You know the one, where the mouse nibbles on the cheese and WHACk! off goes his head. Okay, maybe not so drastic but definitely the end of our mouse troubles...

So we decided to bait the trap with none other than your favorite Kraft Singles..We set the trap and expected to catch Mickey in no time...

Let's just say the mouse was smarter than we thought. The next day I made my brother check the situation (hey man..im scared of anything that crawls..except cute babies)....I was braced for the worst, and the sight of a be-headed mouse gave me the chills.

So my bro opened the closet where the mouse had made it's residence and lo and behold-the cheese was gone and trap hadn't even worked! The trap was still ready and waiting to be triggereD!

That night I went to bed early and I guess around midnight my brother decided to go downstairs for a snack. I woke up as I heard the cupboards slamming, and all kinds of ruckus coming from the kitchen and started to feel enraged..'how inconsiderate!' I tossed and turned and fitfully fell back to sleep.

The next morning I came downstairs, the kitchen was a mess, there were 2 eggos popped out of the toaster..it looked like a war-zone. All i could think was-'ugh, boys!' I hastily threw my lunch together and was off to work.

Later that day, I received an email from my brother-here's an excerpt-

'YO! the mouse is prancing around like it owns the place! I was at war with yesterday!
Go to Walmart and buy more traps, better yet-go buy a gun!'

Although, I don't think Walmart sells guns anymore, ammo yes-but alot good that's gonna do me!

This explained everything from the night before. I guess even a grown 6footsmthg 'man' can be afraid of a (cute? lil?) mouse.....

So now we had to move on to plan b.

I found myself at Walmart again, only this time going for something a little more lethal, a trap that required the mouse to enter it to get the food and get stuck because the entrance would get blocked by its weight. ONly this time the bait wouldn't be cheesy, something else..a lil more deadly.

Did I mention the looks I would get when I would ask for the section 'that has mouse traps'..Let's just say a few eyebrows were raised.

Oh and my brother came up with what he thought would be a great idea-he wanted to borrow our neighbours cat. I was over at their house and the subject came up (word travels fast) and guess what I found out-the CAT brings mice INTO the house. ALIVE!

Scratch that off the list.

SO the hunt for Mickey continues...........

I'll keep you posted.