Mr. Mousey Took a Walk-About

We never caught Mr. Mouse on Saturday. He completely disappeared just when we thought we had him trapped in the office. I can't tell you how fast he was. He'd run by us so fast that if you blinked you missed him. I was really annoyed yesterday thinking, where in the heck could he be??? We had traps out everywhere and he wasn't even enticed by them. Well, that question was answered last night. Right around midnight. We all got to bed a little late after spending the evening at my parents house. We were all tired but it took a while to finally all be settled in our beds. Ryan was asleep and I was in that state of total bliss and relaxation right before you go to sleep when Pierce all of a sudden yelled from his bed, "The mouse is in my room!" Oh boy, here we go again I thought! Ryan went and investigated. Pierce had heard the mouse rummaging in some "junk" under the boys bunkbeds in the corner (their room is being completely cleaned-out today!!). Yes, it was the mouse. To make a long story short, me, Ryan, Pierce, and eventually Christian when he woke up from all the racket, all spent a good 30 minutes moving furniture, shifting "junk", trying to trap the mouse in the boys room. He was so fast! He'd run right by us and hop over things! He was so fast you couldn't even see him coming. One time he was hiding under Christian's dresser. Ryan moved the dresser but no mouse. So Ryan opened the drawers one by one. Sure enough, that little furball had jumped up into the bottom drawer and was sitting on Christian's clothes! Ryan tried very gently to get the drawer out and perhaps take it outside. Not. That thing hopped out and ran right through my legs, over the "barrier" in the doorway, and into the living room. So we spent more time in there moving the couch, piano, tv stand, and really getting fed up. We were tired and so sick of chasing the little rascal. We all wanted so much the satisfaction of just beating the tar out of it--sorry to sound so harsh. But it was getting old and really frustrating.

We tried to corner him, and finally did. Ryan had the brilliant idea of opening the front door. We had it wide open for quite a while, making us all shake because we were so cold. FINALLY, we had him cornered and he was hiding under the chest by the front door. Ryan started moving the chest when I saw the mouse simply run out the door and off the porch. I quickly closed the door and locked it. GOOD RIDDANCE!!! I guess it was nice we didn't have to kill it. The boys may have not wanted to sleep anymore after seeing a smashed mouse. So we left the house in upheaval and went to bed. But I didn't sleep very well. I kept hearing noises. Mouse noises. I don't know if I was delirious or if they were real. All I know is that if we get another mouse in the house I'm going to SCREAM!