Mouse

Two nights ago I was getting ready for bed and I saw Aaron looking in the kitchen with a different look on his face. I asked him what was going on and he said he saw a mouse. Ummmm, What?

When we lived in Iowa City close to downtown we had mice. We didn't notice for a long time, but looking back we heard scratching sounds in the the walls and our candy drawer and little mouse droppings around it (I know, we really should have figured it out). Writing that now grosses me out as I can totally picture that dirty drawer. Anyway, we set traps and then we kept catching mice over and over. I'm not sure, but maybe 5-6 in total and then it just stopped. I didn't quite like this, but it was tolerable, and think it was because we were just living in a rental.

Now, we OWN our house and it it completely OUR problem. Two nights ago I pictured little mice scattering around the house eating weird things and leaving little droppings all around the house. I promptly picked up all the clothes off our bedroom floor (which was a lot) and then tried to fall asleep. Being pregnant and worried about mice isn't quite the best recipe for a restful sleep.

The next day I told my mom about the mouse (she is staying with us for a week which has been great). Neither Aaron or my mom were phased about the mouse. Am I being dramatic? Anyway, that day Aaron bought some traps and that night our little friend was found dead trying to eat some free peanut butter.

I was upstairs the whole time so I don't have any pictures, but I wouldn't have taken them anyway. I'm glad to think this problem is over, but I am also worried that we caught the mouse a little too quickly. Like, a little too quickly for only one mouse to be in the house. Aaron placed another trap and so far no mice.

We'll have to see. Even though I am extremely grateful for our house not to be infested, I am a little sad for the mouse.

RIP little mouse.