Here Mousy, Mousy!

So a couple weeks ago I saw what I thought was a spider in the closet.  I moved a shoe back and a mouse came running at me.  Of course, I screamed and went running to the nearest couch where I promptly pulled my feet up so the mouse couldn’t bite my toes.  I have an unhealthy fear of mice biting my feet…..I don’t know if there is a name for this disorder.  My husband, Bill went dashing into the room but the mouse was gone by then.  My sweet Bill didn’t want to kill the little guy so we went to the hardware store and got a trap used to trap a mouse alive and then you could set it free later.  Bill put peanut butter in the traps but the mousy never showed up.  A couple of days later we saw the mouse running from the kitchen into the bedroom and I start hyperventilating on the couch again with my feet pulled up.  (Keep in mind that every time I’m in the kitchen I’m wearing heavy duty shoes….even if I’m in my PJ’s……I just have to protect the toes).  So this time Bill goes into the bedroom with a garbage can.  He closes the door and I hear him talking.  Not sure what he is saying, I sneak up to overhear.  This is the conversation: “Hello little mouse.  I really like you and want to keep you alive.  So if you will let me catch you I will play nice.  But if you don’t come to me my wife is going to be scared and I will have to kill you.”  The conversation goes on for awhile till Bill traps the thing behind the door and gives me a large bin to hold in case he runs out of the room.  Of course, I’m thinking that if this thing comes running at me I’m just throwing it back into the room…….which is exactly what I did when I saw the black critter dashing toward me into my clear bin I was protecting myself with. 

All that to say, we have laid out snap traps now and still no luck.  I have made many more sightings and even hopped up onto the kitchen counter while making the morning coffee.  Yesterday at breakfast the mouse ran toward me and I scared him back.  Then he came back again and I made a thumping noise to scare him and he didn’t move.  He just looked right at me with his little beady eyes and I promise I could hear him saying, “you can’t catch me”. 

The other day we saw him on the counter top which was the last straw……We recently called the apartment office and they are sending a company to try to kill them.  Poor little mousy.  We are sorry but I can’t live captive in my own home anymore.