I saw him about 4 nights ago while Robbie and I were out in the living room watching a movie. And I never saw him again after that. So I thought that maybe he left, and that was it. Nope. I saw him again last night while Robbie and I were watching TV in the living room out of the corner of my eye. He scared me so bad that I thought I was going to have a mini heart attack right there. I am not one of those that believes that the mice are harmless creatures. They might be, but I don't like anything, other than dogs, if it has a tail. I never had gerbels or hamsters or ferrets or any of those rodents growing up. While we were sitting there watching TV, he runs out of the kitchen, looks at us, I quickly jump up in my recliner, and he runs along the baseboard and clearly he is laughing at us the whole time, and then runs behind the couch. We were watching The Office, and I told Robbie that he might as well turn it off because now I won't be able to concentrate. So Robbie set a trap last night for him before we went to bed. And guess what? He wasn't on the trap this morning when we got up.
So once Robbie left for work, I turned the kitchen light on, the living room light on, and my bedroom light on. Most mice don't like it when there is any sort of activity going on. They won't come out if there is. Even if I am not in the room, supposedly they don't like lights either because it might mean there is activity going on in that room. So I am sitting here at my computer in our bedroom, and the little bastard runs in and runs behind the night stand. I quickly jump up on the bed (not sure I have ever moved that fast), and I kick the nightstand. He runs out, goes over by the door, looks at me and smiles, and then runs back in behind the nightstand. I kick the nightstand again, and he runs out. Not sure where he is now, but I am wholed up in my room and planning on leaving the house as soon as possible. I refuse to sit in the house all day with the mouse.
I wonder if my Grandma would be up for a 7am visit..........
