Mouse Trapped

The saga of my mouse bite continues.......

Yesterday I was making dinner when Ryan saw a little something run from behind the fridge and into the panty. He slowly started moving the stuff that was on the floor out of the pantry-then got the idea that he should close off the pantry opening, so the mouse couldn't run out again.

So here is the mouse blockaide. Ryan put up this foam board and then continued to take everything off the floor ,only to find- THE MOUSE!
Here is the mouse trapped in the empty pantry. I was disgusted. I couldn't even look at it, Ryan had to take the pictures for me. The mouse was not very happy to be stuck in there, in fact he tried to jump out. He could even get about a foot and half off the floor.

Ryan had a 'Ratatuille' moment where he thought the mouse was cute and didn't want to kill it. He even let the kids see it and was getting a bit too attached when I had to remind him that the rodent had knawed on my elbow and deserved the death penalty.

So as we are deciding how we are going to kill it, Ryan got the broom, and trapped the mouse under the broom. We decided Ryan should take it out into the garage and either drown it or whatever other cruel, or torturous thing he could think of. When Ryan lifted up the broom, he was dead. Much easier than we anticipated.

Here's my fearless husband with the dead mouse. He put it in a ziplock bag and filled it with water, just in case Basil of Baker St. decided to wake up.

I'm glad we finally found the mouse and got rid of it, but now I'm worried about more. I've got the heebie-jeebies all over again, and I'm afraid to walk into a dark room or to open doors. YUCK. It's like living in the Fire Swamp and being afraid the R.O.U.S.'s are going to jump out and get you.