‘Twas the night before Thanksgiving and all through the house not a creature was stirring…except the MOUSE!! Yes, I purposefully wrote it singular. I refuse to entertain the thought that she may have invited her friends and relatives or…horrors had babies!
There were a couple of more sightings by my husband, who exclaims the mouse is much too fast for him to catch! The sightings were then followed by the hauntings.
I’ve been awakened many times during the nights, but these sounds sent chills up my spine. Scratching from inside our bedroom walls! “Jason, Jason,” I called as I pounded on him, “listen!” My husband knew instantly what it was, and he was not happy! Like a crazy man he got up and began pounding on the walls. This was repeated several nights until the noises quit. I thought happily that the mouse must have died in the wall. At this point I didn’t care if I had to smell it rotting for weeks. We’re getting desperate, people!
Then the other night I went to get some clothes that were folded on stacked plastic boxes. There with my clothes I found my little stash of chocolate. The story from my childhood came rushing to mind and I quickly dug through my clothes and pulled out all my chocolate. And this is what I found:
Lovely! It’s been in and out of…my clothes!!! I find it incredibly ironic that I just recently sat down and wrote that story.
Well, that gave me a great idea. I told my husband since the mouse loves this chocolate so much, maybe we should put some of it on the traps with the peanut butter. We went to bed with renewed hopes. This would be the night that we caught this little critter.
In the middle of the night I woke up to the sound of my husband not quite shouting: “The chocolate is gone and there’s no mouse!”
We finally, against all of your advice, went out and bought glue traps. Still, so far we haven’t caught the mouse!