so my roommates and i thought we had a mouse last week. apparently they had seen evidence - chewed food left out and one of their friends had actually seen one near our stove from her chair in the living room. so, we decided to set a trap. one of us can set traps ( i have a few very sore fingers to attest to the fact that i cannot ) and one of us cannot stand the sight or sound or barely the thought of mice in the apartment. so, me being the wonderful person that i am (and the new roomie on the block) is now in charge of mouse disposal.
we caught our first one last week. i had to get up at 9am on a Saturday so the one roomie wouldn't freak if we had a dead mouse in our kitchen. so i woke to my cell phone alarm, felt for my glasses and padded out the the kitchen to assess the damage through the slits of my eyes that actually open at that time on a Saturday.
lo, and behold, there was a mouse in the trap. so what the heck was i gonna do with it? it had to be out of the house before my roommate saw it. so, i winged it off our balcony into a very thankful bed of weeds and brambles. our mouse was never heard from again.
but the last few nights, we thought we heard something again. i definetely was rudely awakened on Sunday morning by something scratching in my wall. i was not very happy. especially when it woke me up again at 9.
so tonight, after dinner, we set another trap. i kinda forgot about it until i heard the trap go off. i was on the couch making fun of american idol contestants with my roommate. she looked at me and i set off to do my duty of disposing of the mouse. as i turned on the kitchen light, i realized that the thing was still moving! Gross - even for me. after a lot of hysterics from the other two, i waited awhile and then sent the second mouse to its weedy burial grounds.
the saga continues.
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