Friday, March 13, 2009
Part of the mystery of the hungry house guest has been solved. We have located the entry point. Check out our (defunct, brrrr) heater.
Now look down. Look closer. At the fiddlestickin' HOLE IN THE WALL.
It's a wonder that we haven't had mice, rats, possums or f'in elephants in here before.
(I'd just like to put it on record that it is very hard not to swear at the moment. But I am proud to say that I haven't sworn yet... on this subject at least :)
Anyway, back to the mouse. And yes, it is a mouse. We were warned that it might be (kill me now) a RAT, but I am much calmer having seen the thing with my own two eyes last night; he popped his little head out from behind the bookcase and stared directly at me, then quick as a flash, snapped his head back behind the bookshelf. Then he'd peek just his nose out, snap it back, then his whole head, then back... he was so apprehensive! Clearly, he was trying to get back into the CAVE in the wall behind the heater but he didn't trust us not to pounce on him.
His little cat-and-mouse game (groan, I know) was so endearing and so captivating that I let the season finale of Sober House, one of my favorite shows (I <3 Dr. Drew!), roll on behind me whilst I waited with bated breath to catch sight of the little guy scurry out from behind the bookshelf. Isn't it funny that sometimes little things like that are so much more entertaining that million-dollar shows?
Anyway, Bren pointed out his round ears, which he said indicated that it was a mouse, and when the cute little thing finally did gallop into the wall, I had to concur. As he scampered up the heater, I spoke to him sternly saying, "Listen little one. You are not welcome here. Please go away. You are very cute but you need to find someone else's house to invade. This place is not for you. " We also roared at him, yup like lions, so that he wouldn't feel welcome here, but I guess he doesn't understand human, and he's used to roars because he was deffo back last night. Looks like he was more daring with his apple dinner, but didn't really care for the tomato. It also appears that those little bits that I thought were droppings are actually tightly curled bits of apple skin -- picky little bugger!
He was a cute little thing, bless him. Alas, I failed to catch him on camera. He and I seem to have the same palate: fresh fruit all the way! But he's got to go, and after reading all your comments on the best traps (thanks guys!), I grabbed the traditional kind this morning. Bren put them in place and they're ready to go.
I'm dreading finding him tomorrow morning, or (shudder) hearing the traps go off in the middle of the night. Sorry little friend. But I know it's only a matter of time before you start getting busy and bringing little babies into my house. :(
And then I'm ready to CLEAN! I want this book. I love her stuff.
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