I am sitting on my couch watching Grey's Anatomy minding my own business, and out of the corner of my eye see something. I look and there is nothing... A few minutes later I see it again - it was a MOUSE! Oh my God! I started to freak out! I am yelling for Frank (he is in the office working) - his solution was to set a trap out! I am like who me?? I finally get up enough nerve to run to the utility room (right past the sighting area). I get a trap out and slowly make my way back to the living room. There it was - staring at me! I yell and it starts to run. Now watching a mouse try to get traction on a slick hardwood floor is a bit comical - but not at that moment. The mouse ran into the half bath. I quickly shut the door. He is contained now. I can finally start to breathe again. Then Frank informs me that mice can squeeze between the gap of the door and the floor. Freaking out again - I quickly throw the mouse trap (the kind that the mouse "sticks" too - I have too many fingers that can get caught in the normal traps) in the bathroom. I KNOW that mouse is still in there. After all I have not taken my eyes off that door since I saw him run in there. I sit on the couch and turn the TV back on and start watching again. Then I hear this noise... it is coming from the bathroom door. The MOUSE! He was scratching at my door. I yell for Frank again and he finally comes to the living room. He thinks I am nuts I know We wait then he hears the mouse too. He bangs on the door (ummm why? I don't know). He opens the door and he sees nothing. Okay this is a small bathroom with a pedestal sink, toilet, and a small trash can. There aren't many places to hide. Frank puts 3 more traps right next to the door. He shuts the door. I go to bed in hopes that by morning we will no longer have a house guest. I lay there in bed hearing this mouse scratch and chew at the door. Frank finally gets up and heads to the bathroom. He has a broom, a garbage bag, and he dressed in boxers and shoes (too funny). I hear a few loud noises and some not so nice words coming from behind the door. I then hear a little squeak - and the door opens. Our house guest has been laid to rest. And out the door he went.
Look what the little thing did to my door!
I really like animals, but I do NOT want nasty little field mice in my house. We don't torture mice - we dispose of them in a quickest manner possible.