We appear to have a new resident of our apartment. He appears to like it here. I think we might keep him.
Tonight when I got home from work, I went into the bedroom to change. In the process of dumping my clothing into the hamper, I thought I spied, albeit fleetingly, a flash of movement of something dark behind the hamper. Oh, Lord. I can not even remotely stomach the notion that some member of the cockroach tribe is near my bed. I mustered up my fiercest game face and boldly lifted the hamper. No predator was there. OK. Safe. My eyes must have been playing tricks on me.
Later in the evening, Fang and I were on the couch after dinner watching television. Fang suddenly sat upright and said, "What was that?!" His eyes faced the hallway. The eye trick must be contagious.
Turns out we both saw a tiny mouse, dark brown and so small that it was almost a pygmy version of it. By 10 pm tonight, it was darting around the dining room, flying like it had a fire under it. Fang and I waited poised in the room, clutching Tupperware containers to catch it and with the intent to set it free outside. We tried to scare it from behind the buffet. We tried to corner it between door thresholds. It was too Wiley; we never got close.
In the end we were tired. Frankly, I'd rather have a mouse as a member of the household than a cockroach, so we let the little mouse be. I'd count on the cat to dispatch him, but honestly, the cat is pushing 19 years old and so demented, she doesn't see half of what is coming and going. We named the mouse Mister Jingles, a reference to the archaic rodent that endured for decades in the Stephen King book "The Green Mile." In this town, you deserve the mantle of respect if you can hang it out.
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The question is... Can he roll a spindle?
I'd loan you my cat, but she has recently decided that it is more fun to put the mice on a catch and release program. That way she has more fun playing with them. She only ever seems to kill the little tiny ones these days, which is probably more from not knowing her own strength. The regular ones she carries around the house like a kitten, drops them, kicks them around for awhile, and lets them run. This is an indoor cat who once even took down a squirrel that came in through the fireplace. Meanwhile, I squeal like a little girl from the couch, peeking out from one eye. Gaaaah! I hate uninvited guests.
CW, mice carry all kinds of icky things! Buy a mouse guillotine, put some peanut butter on it and be done with it. P.S. Don't get the sticky paper mouse catching thing-a-ma-jig! My son and I did that the first and only mouse we had and we cracked up laughing when we saw it wiggling on that paper because then we realized that we had to deal with a live mouse! He thought I should be the one to pick up the paper with the mouse since I was the parent and I thought he should being the boy, haha. While we cracked up laughing and pointing fingers at each other, the mouse wiggled off the paper leaving behind a whole lot of hair on that strip. So my advice, get the guillotine, much easier, albeit less funny!
Aw, a cute little mousey? I'm a little nuts over anything furry since we became pet-less. :( I say, live and let live!
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