So I should have taken the big hint when we moved into our house when I found a set of
glue mouse traps on the shelf in the closet. I remember thinking "Oh how nice; just in case we need them..."
When really, I should have been thinking "Mouse traps??? Why????"
So when we went away last weekend, we came home to find 'evidence' of a mouse on my kitchen countertops... and trust me; those countertops were clean and food-free... but the little booger must have found something yummy.
Usually, when you come home from a trip the first thing you want to do is sit down on the couch out of sheer exhaustion... but despite that urge, the urge to strip everything off my countertop was greater, so I did!
I'm not super surprised that a mouse exists in the house; it was built in 1901, after all... old houses are bound to have old live-in guests... Not that I'm OK with it.... I just know it happens.
Two nights ago, Michael set out one of those glue traps, but didn't put anything on it because the package said it was 'baited'.... but no such luck. No mouse.
Last night, I put some peanut butter on the trap just to entice him just a little bit more.... So this morning, I was extremely satisfied when I came into the kitchen to find no trap!
'Awesome,' I thought.... 'We got one and Michael threw it out already before leaving for work!' So I called Michael and said "I assume we got one?" He said "Nope. The trap was GONE this morning." "You're joking." "Nope." "No, really....tell me you are joking..." as I frantically look around for a dead mouse in a glue trap.... but nothing.
Oh no.
Where is he?
So now, I'm super paranoid that I'm going to find a mouse stuck to a glue trap, rotting somewhere in my house. I'm even MORE paranoid that he's mixed himself amongst the toys, and Liddy will find him.
Ew.