gus gus, the super-mutant ninja mouse

Last tuesday evening, Addie was in bed, and Jed and I were watching House when I saw a little grey furry creature scurry out from behind the TV and around the corner in the pantry. Yes. A MOUSE. A MOUSE IN MY HOUSE!!

I'm sooooo not okay with rodents. I don't like them in the wild, in a cage and especially in MY house. I, thinking I was actually being quite calm, pointed and said to Jed "mouse, mouse, mouse!" He jumped up and went over to the pantry, opened the door and it went running back out and behind the TV from where it had come from. OH THE HORROR. He tried to see where it went, couldn't find it and after 20 minutes or so said "guess Gus Gus got away" NOT. COOL. Ummm, not sure that guys get where us women, well at least myself, are coming from. He told me to just put out a couple of traps and we'd catch it eventually. SERIOUSLY??
Oh and he also informed me that somehow the front door hadn't been closed tight the night before and he had come downstairs at 3am to it wide open. UH SCARY. At least I know how the disgusting creature invaded my house. Needless to say I put out two traps the next day (which was me being very brave I thought) and we never saw another sign of it.


Soooo fast forward to this Thursday night. A week and two days later. After our Thursday night shows, we went up to our bedroom to go to bed at 11:45. I opened the drawer to get out pajamas and when I closed it, out from behind the dresser I caught a black blur out of the corner of my eye from the dresser to under the bed. I really thought I just was seeing things, till Jed walked out of the bathroom, "did you see that??" Ahhhh!!! MOUSE in my BEDROOM!
Okay, first of all, how did a mouse even get up the freaking stairs?!

So as I sit ON the bathroom counter, Jed starts tearing our room apart trying to see where it went. I muster the ability to cross the room to the bed and make my post up there trying to see if I can see any sign of it. Nothing. Ugh. We were both sooo tired, but there was NO WAY I was sleeping in the same room as that thing. I don't care if it is tiny, or as Jed said, and "irrational fear". It's filthy and is totally throwing of my whole groove and zen and all that.

Jed went downstairs and got one of the traps and we came up with a plan to scare it out of wherever it was hiding and into the trap. Umm, so for future reference, mice are FAST and they're sneaky! Jed was searching behind our bed and nightstands as I, weilding a curtain rod (yes that's right) was ready to strike if I saw it.
I gently hit the wall behind the dresser with it on a hunch and there that sucker went again! Across the room and once again under our bed. (you know the kind sized, temperpedic mattress adorned bed that weights like a thousand pounds that we can't move)

I once again jump onto it and Jed starts trying to find/scare it again. This goes on for an HOUR. It would run somewhere, find refuge, then take us forever to figure out where and so on. I kept telling Jed "dude this is a friggin Ninja mouse! This is NOT Gus Gus!" of course then Jed referred to it as Splinter from TMNT. Yep, he's a geek, but I love him cause he was chasing a mouse around for me. I still think naming something you're trying to kill is a bad idea though.....

It finally ran back behind the dresser and so Jed put the trap at the exit and banged the wall again on the other side and there it went- SNAP! I'll now spare you the details of Jed "finishing the job" cause really I can't think about it or relive it. My heart was pounding so hard it is again as I'm writing this. Ha, yep, I'm a wuss. Alas, the mouse was dead. Dead and gone. I really just wanted in gone, but I accepted that dead would have to happen first. If he'd cooperated, we would have spared his life, but he didn't. So sorry Gus Gus. This is OUR house and we don't share with disease-ridden small furry things.

So after putting our room back together, cause it was torn completely apart, we went to bed. I serioulsy laid there for an hour before I could sleep. I felt so itchy, creepy-crawly, and had all sorts of adrenaline running through me.

I'm very happy that I no longer have to be scared to open the pantry or worry about seeing that thing. Whew. Please don't let PETA see this post blogging friends okay? :)