On the first day of spring break, last Saturday, St. Patrick's day....I was home alone all morning. Jeremy had gone to help a friend lay some tile in his bathroom, so I had the house to myself.
I spent most of the morning relaxing and drinking coffee. Around noon, I got on the computer, I was trying to back up photos and organize my google drive folders. Since I have lots of photos and google drive folders, I was sitting at the kitchen table for a very long time. I sat and sat and sat, hardly making any noise at all. About that time, a little brown mouse scurried out from under then dishwasher, along the cabinet in front of the sink. He had no clue that I had seen him, until I turned my head for a better look. Before I turned my head, I got the impression that the mouse was bee--bopping along. He thought he had the house to himself, and he was just taking his time, looking around (in my head, I wondered if he was looking for a tiny motorcycle to ride, and wondering if he in fact had a tiny motorcycle that he would've been riding if I hadn't been at home to see him). The second that I turned my head, the mouse saw the movement and darted back to the shadow of the dishwasher as fast as could be. He paused there. Hunched, tiny paws in the air, nose sniffing, beady little eyes on me. We had a stare down, as I sat frozen, unmoving, daring him to move first. He was frozen, and I was frozen and we had a staring contest, each of us daring the other one to move first. I don't think he could tell if I was human or if I was just part of the room. I was about 6 feet away, in the dining room and the mouse was in the middle of the kitchen, nearly hidden by the edge of the dishwasher. At that moment, I wished that I had an invisible third hand to take a photo or a video of the stare-off, but finally, I moved my hand the mouse was gone under the dishwasher. I hate mice. The trap is set. I hate mice. About a week before the mouse stare down, a friend shared that she had a problem with mice in her new home. She had found mouse droppings in all 9 drawers in her kitchen. So she took out every utensil and item in every drawer and washed it, and had the exterminator go to her house and spray for vermin. The very next day, she found mouse droppings in all 9 drawers again. I told her to burn the house to the ground, just to be sure to get them all. Yesterday, when I was getting ready for school I noticed a long thin tail protruding from under the dishwasher. The trap had finally caught a mouse. I looked under the edge of the dishwasher and sure enough, a little brown mouse was smashed in the trap. Problem is, I got such a good look at the mouse that I don't think this was it. The other mouse was paunchier and darker brown. We've caught an imposter!
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Julie
3/29/2018 01:08:20 pm
I laughed out loud when you were certain that wasn't the same mouse...like he was in a lineup with other criminal mice!!! LOL I am still laughing. Thanks for sharing your awesome encounter with The Mouse and his/her Imposter!!!
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