I don’t know about you. But I hate little critters. Especially the thought of one being in my house. So when I woke up one morning this week and there were a few mysterious rodent looking turds on my stove, I was not happy to say the least. There were only a few so I tried to convince myself that they were simply blackened bits of the dinner I had cooked the night before. So I cleaned them up and went on my way. Fast forward to the next morning, and there they were AGAIN! Ugh! But this time lots more! They trickled their way around my counter top over to the other side and into my silverware drawer! Are you serious?! How did that little (or so I thought) rodent get into my silverware drawer?! Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. How many spoons had I used that his little feet had scurried across?! In the dishwasher! Everything is going in the dishwasher! And it’s all staying in storage bins until we catch the sneaky beast! Mouse traps. Simple mouse traps will do the trick right?! Wrong. I felt like we were living in the movie “Mouse Trap”. That little stink licked every bit of peanut butter off of both traps we set. He must be a really small guy if he didn’t set of the trap while having his lunch right?! That’s it! We are bringing out every piece of artillery! This should do the trick: 3 snap traps, 3 glue traps, and 2 spin traps. Yes, this problem is nothing that $20 in equipment can’t solve! Traps engaged, we head off to bed again. We can’t sleep. We have to catch this guy! A long 90 minutes later and SNAP! The Mr. bolts up in bed and shouts, “We got em!” I send him to check as I can’t bear the thought of seeing a squished critter, even though I hate them. As soon as he tells me he is in the glue trap, I have to go take a gander. He is huge! And barely fits in the trap. His tail must have set off the snap trap, since he isn’t even close to it. Not only that but he had already eaten his dinner and gone through 6 other traps on his way to where he finally got stuck! He left turds behind to prove it. I’ll spare you the rest of the details. Just know he is OUT! Out of the house! My dishes are thoroughly cleaned and I have the bleach bottles to prove it.
And the best part about this whole ordeal?! It was the most fun I’ve had in 3 weeks! It was like me and the Mr. were on a covert mission together and could not rest until the enemy was defeated! It was exhausting and exciting! As much fun as it was, I’ll be just fine if we don’t have to do it again any time soon. RIP little mousy.