Mom vs Mouse – The Bloody End
I took a little time away from the computer for the Fourth of July so I never got a chance to update on Pierre, the aggravating mouse. He finally met his bloody end on Saturday morning.
By this time, he was venturing into other rooms. As a result, the mousetraps stalked him about the house. On early Saturday morning I heard a loud snap in my daughter’s room. A quick check revealed an upside-down mousetrap inside the basket. Because I didn’t want my hyperactive four-year to accidentally – and literally – run across the mousetrap, I placed it inside a shallow basket. With very slick plastic walls. I then baited a trail with birdseed and sunflower seeds – they love those – to the basket and inside. He climbed the wicker outer shell, fell into the basket and snapped the trap. I win!
I got DH to check the trap because the only thing worse than a rodent is a bloody rodent. No rodent in the trap but his bloody remains had been launched to the other side of the basket. So DH disposed of the mouse. Despite his objections that we could clean it up (after all, it was “just a mouse”), I had him also dispose of the basket.
End result? Mom – 1 and Mouse – 0. Life is as it should be.