Mouse update

The mouse is no longer with us. Around 11:15 PM on Wednesday, i heard some squeaking. It was not David. My parents gave us some sticky traps and the mouse was stupid enough to get caught on it. i felt kinda bad for the poor thing: its butt was stuck and it was furiously trying to get off the trap, but to no avail. Luckily, Kris got home about 20 minutes later, and relieved the mouse of its misery. So that's the end of the mouse, "Mr. Bojangles" as Kris keeps calling it.

We have another trap set up, just in case there are more mice running around, but i'm pretty sure the mouse we caught is the same as the one i saw. Hopefully that will be the last of them.

We bought some fogger stuff for the bugs in our house. i guess we have to cover everything in the house, activate the foggers, and leave for at least two hours, and that will kill the bugs we have. It seems like a lot of work to me, and the idea of having that toxic stuff in the house really freaks me out, but Kris thinks it's necessary. i've been looking online to figure out what type of bug it is, but can't find it, and am mostly getting itchy looking at pictures of bugs all day. If we knew where they were coming from, we'd just put a bug trap there, but we have no idea of the source of the scourge. i love owning a house.

Anyway, the mouse is gone, and i'm going barefoot again and am not afraid to go in the basement. Mission accomplished!

EEK!!!

Ya'll, there is a MOUSE in my house!!! A mouse!!! i came home tonight, and it was there to greet me in my entryway. And then i freaked out and it ran downstairs. i did not follow.

i put David to bed, and then i went to the living room and watched the entry, and the mouse was back up there! And it went in the front hall closet!!!

Is it bad that i called my parents first, before Kris?

Anyway, i got online to freak out on facebook, like an good 23-year-old, and i swore i felt like the mouse was crawling on me. Nope. Not a mouse. But one of these bugs that i keep seeing around here. CRAWLING ON ME. These bugs are little pieces of Hades, crawling on me tonight of all nights.

AHHHH!!! Mice aren't supposed to live in people's houses anymore. You buy them at the pet store and keep them in a cage. The 1950's with the housewife with the broom on top of the chair thing is supposed to be over by now.

Why does Kris have to work so late?! He won't be home till midnight at least. *Shudder*.

What if it crawls on my bed while i'm sleeping? What if there is a mouse in my blankets, and i get in bed and they scurry on me? Those long tails: those are the GROSSEST things about mice. Or maybe how fast and quiet and sneaky they are. What if i wake up and find a dead mouse under my pillow, like my friend Veronica? (Seriously, you MUST click that link and read the story.)

Wish me luck, and wish that danged mouse very bad karma, please! And the bugs! Why are there bugs and mice in my house?

****CLARIFICATION*****
5:21 AM-i was packing Kris' lunch this morning and he said "Say hi to Mr. Bojangles for me!" i just wanted to let you know, this mouse does not have a name. Just because mouse rhymes with house does not mean "Mouse in my house" is in any way funny or good. This is not a cute mouse. This is a tiny, scurrying piece of evil that lives in my front hall closet. It is not long for this world.