I know I can do this. I’ve done it before, so I can do it again.
However, I think the mouse is smarter than I. I’ve tried to catch him in the pantry, but all I can find is the crumbs after he goes through the crackers and of course, I need to clean his black little leftovers after he ingests my food. I can’t win with this one.
A few nights ago, a rustling of paper woke me up, and after trying to figure out what was making the noise, decided to go back to sleep and check in the morning.
While Grumpy was getting ready for the day, I asked him to help me move the nightstand where I keep the mouse glue traps, because I just knew I had finally caught the little stinker.
Grumpy was more than accommodating; he moved the nightstand, looked under the bed, checked all around and under the stand, to no avail. No mouse and no trap. Where did it go?
As he entered his bathroom, he asked me to look under the toilet and sure enough, there was my trap! Apparently, the mouse had dragged the trap from the bedroom to the bathroom which was the cause of all the noise the night before. Empty trap, no mouse.
All I could do was to throw away the trap, get a new one and start the process again.
That evening, coming home from a meeting, noticed some crackers in Grumpy’s trash bin around his chair; I asked why, and he said, the mouse had chewed them first, and he was not about to eat those crackers with teeth marks. I don’t blame him!
So here I went to the pantry to check the trap at the back of the shelf. No mouse: but the little black leftovers were in plain view. I cleaned them up, and I keep checking every day to see if the trap works. So far, no mouse.
I know the traps work, as I have used them in the past with success. But this little critter has got me in a dizzy spell, and I need to catch him soon or I will stop buying the crackers he loves so much. Or I can continue to buy his favorite meals and wait until he dies of old age. I have choices, don’t I.
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