Well...then after Sami died, we saw the mouse for a while longer...then no more. And then a few weeks ago, in OUR house, we started seeing signs that the mouse had migrated inside. Makes sense, since its food supply was cut off out there. I borrowed a no-kill trap and thought, alrighty, this'll be easy and humane, I'll let him go somewhere else.
Um, no luck. And then I started hearing him in the piano almost every morning when I was up working, and seeing evidence of him in different places around the house. SIGH. So then we put out the snappy inhumane traps, feeling a little desperate. The little booger was having none of it. In fact, Thursday morning he was even darting around between hidey-holes WHILE WE WATCHED. I won't embarrass my Boy by telling you that he tried to catch it and oh, how funny that was...I won't do it.
Finally, last night I told James this is it, we're going to have to put poison out (Noble will be out of the house for a couple of days). I didn't want to do it, but desperate times (okay, I found out this week that the mouse CHEWED on my biggest, best Mixed Bag...and I found out as I was lugging 60 pounds of binders in it.)...so we went to the store to buy poison. But my Boy knew better, and knew that poison wasn't a way we wanted to go, so he picked up the electronic traps instead as our last-ditch effort. (Yes, Ronny, you told us that was the way to go when we told you about the mouse but I was trying to save $$. That $5 was SO NOT WORTH SAVING. You were right!)
This morning, the trap is closed and says "Mouse Caught." I wish you could have seen James' face when my response was, "oh, that's so sad." But it is sad--I didn't want it to die. Well, sometimes I wanted it to die. I just wanted it to LEAVE. But I get it...I wouldn't leave this house willingly, either. Still, it's just sad.