Yes, I discovered last night that there is a mouse in my room. Several days ago, our wonderful tuxedo cat Trouble, managed to sneak it into the house before I took notice of the fabulous gift she was bringing in to me. Honestly, I'd much rather she bring them in dead, but she insists that alive-and-about-to-be-killed is her preferred form of gifting, since is not the first time she's done this.
Evidently, she's finally beginning to age, because the moment she dropped the little fellow, he ran and she couldn't find him. The only reason I know this is because I found little minuscule poopie doopies across my beautiful ivory comforter as I climbed into bed last night. Needless to say, I did not get a good night's sleep. I kept envisioning him running across my face for entertainment.
This is a picture of another of her finds that Trouble brought into the house. It was coming out of the caning of my living room sofa. Do you realize how teensy a caning hole is?
At one point I did fall asleep only to be awakened by the sound of a plastic bag being handled by something very tiny. Yes. The mouse. I'd failed to remember tucking a package of Trail Mix under the bed for late-night snacking. But when I first woke up to that sound, I laid in bed stricken with fear for a few minutes before I realized it must be the freaking mouse.
So, I've now locked the cat back in my bedroom until she gets the blasted little beast. I also went to the store for backup help. I bought 4 snap traps and I intend to load them with American cheese and peanut butter. That is, of course, if Trouble fails to come through for me.
Call me cruel or whatever you want, but I'm NOT spending another night with a mouse in my room or my bed! This has me sooooo freaked out, almost as much as when I thought I was sharing my bed with a spider. If I can't take care of this mouse tonight, then I'm sleeping on the den sofa until I see a dead mouse, or the remains thereof......