So most of you know that I have settled into my new place in Oregon. It has been a long move, with a lot of work required. I don't mind the cleaning and packing and unpacking and cleaning and more cleaning. But the "little" surprises can be exhausting.
A few days ago I found out that Corey and I have a roommate. He/she doesn't pay for any of the bills, and although eats little, still proves to be a nuisance. A mouse. Not a cute fluffy white Stewart Little mouse mind you. But a simple brown mouse. My grandfather gave me a trap. But, the trap was faulty. However, a small miracle happened when I heard the mouse rustling in a large paper bag in my laundry room. I quickly placed the bag and mouse in one of my empty Rubbermaid storage bins and closed the lid. But I had no idea what to do with it after that.
If I let it go outside, it would just come back, and I had no poison or trap. So I just left it there. I have to say, the guilt of the poor little mouse suffocating, or starving to death was pretty strong. I mean, I don't enjoy being cruel to any creatures (with exception of spiders. If I could torture them I would. But I am too busy dancing around in tearful fear. But I digress...)
Then yesterday I saw another mouse. So, I knew I would have to go out and buy some more traps because although not afraid of mice, I don't want them in my home.
Segue to this morning.
I decided to dispose of the poor tortured mouse in the rubber bin. I lift the lid and no mouse. There was no second mouse yesterday! It was the same damn one! The little tird chewed threw the very thick, large rubber container! That was it yesterday, taunting me. Nicole asked me if I saw it flip me the little mouse finger. GRRRRRR!
This is war!