Last night I did not sleep. I recall bolting upright deliriously at least 4 times. Because there is a mouse in my house.
It started with a strange shuffling sound. My spouse and myself were laying in bed watching Netflix (Shera, beautiful anime). I demanded my spouse pause it and I sat and listened but there was only the sound of us breathing.
“Did you not hear that?” I asked my spouse.
“Hear what? You’re hearing things.” They said.
I shrugged it off thinking maybe it was just the ice in my glass of water. We went to sleep, I of course dreamt of ghosts. When Supernatural is your favorite tv show, of course ghosts are the first thought.
Two mornings later I felt a weight pressing on my legs. My spouse woke me up leaning over me (the first thoughts through my head were burglar). Then I heard what had woken my spouse, the sound of tiny little paws on wood and the sound of sharp little teeth chewing on something.
At this point I was so tired all I could do was say,
“Told you so,” and immediately fall back asleep.
Each time we returned home from the store for the next week and a half there were expletives and,
“We forgot traps again!”
And it got more and more brave with each day we forgot traps. At one point I saw it! Little gray thing. But finally I picked some up. We baited it with peanut butter (who knew mice like peanuts?).
For a week now, ever since I saw it its avoiding the area we set the trap. But that means one thing: now it has to go behind our bed to move around.
Its taunting me now. I’m sleep deprived at this point, barely eating, showering a ton because ew, mouse. Delirious. But no more.
Tonight I will pull my shelf away from the wall beside my bed, only enough for a trap. Now if it wants to move it will need to go over a trap.
I’ve always been against harming any living creature, but tonight I hope instead of skittering, chewing, and squeaking noises.. the only sound that will wake me up is the sharp CRACK of one of mouse traps.
There is a mouse in my house. But not for much longer.
Jade Actually 