So remember that time I found my cat playing with a mouse in my room? Yeah, me too. Well, I had just finally started to recover and sleep soundly in my bedroom almost two weeks later, and it happened again. Except this time it was worse. Here’s where I wish I was skilled in the art of MS Paint, because illustrations would be much more hilarious, but I’ll do my best to explain in writing.
It was about 11:30 pm and I was laying in bed reading, when in strolls Pumpkin all proud of herself with a MF mouse in her MOUTH. Why she felt the need to bring it upstairs to me, I do not know, but then SHE LET IT GO! I have never seen something move so quickly in my life. That damn mouse bolted behind my suitcase that was leaning against the wall, where it stayed while Pumpkin tried to get at it. At this point I am standing on the middle of my bed, freaking the eff out, trying to figure out what to do. The mouse must have seen an opening, because all of a sudden it was scurrying across my bedroom floor in the direction of my closet, while Pumpkin was still sniffing around the suitcase.
I tried to move some things around in the closet to see if I could find the mouse, but it’s packed pretty full in there and I was not moving from my perch in the center of the bed. I took some of the larger suitcases out, banged around a bit, hoping to scare it out of its hiding place, and then had a complete and utter meltdown. I just started sobbing. I called Darren, who was no help at all, and just told me to find it and kill it or shut up about it. In between heaves I just kept repeating, “I can’t find ittttt.” He kept saying something about me being a grown woman and to just handle it, but I couldn’t really hear him through my sobs. Then he hung up on me and went to bed.
I knew I’d never be able to sleep in my room that night, not with mouse hunt 2012 taking place, so I crawled into my roommates bed with her. She was sound asleep, and initially very confused, but more than willing to give me refuge. Throughout the night I could still hear Pumpkin stalking and chasing the mouse, so I just hoped the situation would be taken care of when I woke up (not that I really slept well at all).
I went into my room this morning and saw no mouse body, or evidence of a mouse murder, but Pumpkin was also nowhere to be seen. I slowly made my way downstairs, where I saw her laying on the living room floor, staring at the couch. When she saw me, she got up and moved towards the couch and started meowing at it, and trying to get at something under it. I moved the couch back, and there it was, a dead mouse. I’m choosing to believe that dead mouse, is the same mouse that was living in my closet hours earlier. The alternative is too horrifying to imagine.
So, yup, we have mice. My guess would be they live under our stove or kitchen sink somewhere, because I’ll often catch Pumpkin sitting in the dark kitchen staring intently in that direction. I will be buying traps this afternoon and placing them throughout the house. Anyone have recommendations of good ones? I refuse to use those snappy ones that sometimes do not kill the mouse, just injure it. So terrible. I’m probably traumatized for life. I have no problems with Pumpkin hunting down the mice in the house, but can’t she keep them downstairs? I don’t need to see what she’s caught.