Mystery Guest for Monday's Madness

Has any one decided to drop by your place without warning?

They come on in without a knock on your door to announce there visit.

They decided to make themself at home even though you aren't that chummy with this one.

They eat your food, without being offered a bite to eat.

They roam around your house as if it were there own and rummage through your belongings.

They even decide to stay awhile, even though you have places to go and things to do.

After you have dropped hint after hint that it was time for them to go, they still don’t get it and won’t leave.

Well, guess what? This would be the case at the Blount's humble abode. Can you guess who my mystery vistor is? No, it’s not a family member, not neighbors, or even a friend. This extra special visitor would have to be a MOUSE!

About a month ago, Andy thought he saw something scurry in the living room, but couldn’t confirm it because it was dark. He had just woke up, and he wasn’t fully alert. So he and I dismiss the idea that he saw something. Then about 3 weeks ago, I know I saw something in the living room. I tell Andy, there is a mouse over by the speaker. He gets up, the mouse scurried behind the loveseat and seemed to disappear in thin air. So Andy went to the store at 9:30pm to purchase some traps. Andy sets up these crazy clamp-like traps, baits them with peanut butter. BECAUSE MICE LOVE PEANUT BUTTER.

Well, guess what, these traps are still set when we get up the next morning, bait and all. So we leave the traps out for the rest of week. By the end of the week, no mouse and now no peanut butter. Andy thinks that maybe I didn’t really see a mouse. But can't seem to explain the missing peanut butter.

Fast Forward to Saturday. As I was cleaning house, I found some trace evidence of mouse poop. I tell Andy it time to get rid of this visitor for good. He’s not paying rent and uninvited. Andy goes out and purchases some heavy duty super sensitive traps. I go to bait it this time with peanut butter as the instructions say. I set them, and go to bed. Hoping that by Sunday morning light, my visitor will be gone. RIP, little mouse.

NEEDLESS TO SAY, this mouse is slick. Bait is gone and no mouse!!! What is goin’ on? I am not sure how much more of this I can take. Knowing there is something sneaking around my house as I sleep, watching me during the day and night, just waiting for an opportunity to rummage through my belongings. THIS HAS GOT TO STOP. THE MADNESS WILL END THIS WEEK.

Again, Sunday evening we bait the traps and prepare for the hunt. This morning I get up, and Andy informs me no mouse, just an empty set trap. WHAT DO I DO???

Should we try poison now? But what if he crawls away and dies in his hiding spot, and stinks up the place. I don’t knowif it is safe with the kids in the house, but I am ready for this tiny visitor to hit the road. I mean, I know the girls won't eat the poison. But I do know I have had enough, and this madness needs to end. Someone please tell me what can I do?

I am going on a mouse hunt.

This Monday’s Madness and I am out.

-e

UPDATE - My guest has left our home for a resting place in my dumpster! I went home for lunch, and Andy checked our trap. Behold, the little mouse was splat! However, we are not finished mouse hunting, we will set more traps to ensure that there aren't anymore guests.