Mouse in our House

I knew we had a slight problem a few months ago, when we came home late in the evening and as the kitchen lighted up, I saw a mouse leap off my counter top and make a mad dash for Anna's room. I also knew we had a slight problem after hearing a mouse dance the tango one night while Manny was working late. I was sitting on the couch watching t.v., and knew it was there. As if hearing it wasn't enough, I saw the mouse dash back and forth in front of my living room entranceway that leads into the kitchen. I was both disgusted and pissed off at the mouse that had invaded my home. Then the problem got bigger as I started to find mouse poop in between my cabinets and on my counter behind the coffee maker. Alas, those were not coffee grounds. 

So Manny and I counter attacked with Operation Mousecapade. It was our first mission against such mice and we thought we were successful when we caught one tiny little mouse. I thought we had succeeded, until I shared our mouse invasion with Helen, Luca's mom, and I told her my entire bag of rice cakes had been shredded and eaten by this culprit in my pantry. "Sadly, the mouse you caught is not the mouse who got to those rice cakes." Damn it.

So the poop kept appearing and I would hear things at night... So began Operation Mousecapade Two. As we were preparing our battle plan, I moved some tissues in the pantry and saw two dead baby mice, stuck to the first traps we had bought that make the mice stick to it and when they eat it, it poisons them. I immediately began gagging, running to the bathroom about to lose my lunch. I was never one for dramatics...

Now, as I write, it took four traps, one slice of cheese, and three Brillo pads. I heard that the mice can't (or won't) eat through the pads so we stuffed up the holes really good. And incase they try any funny stuff, there is one trap in the pantry, one trap in Anna's room, and two between my cabinets in the kitchen. 

Bring it on, dirty mice. We dare you.