Mice Part 2

If you haven't read the post before this one, you must.

After throwing away 3 mice yesterday (Thursday) I headed to work. Right before I leave to go home I get a text from Jordan saying he just saw another mouse run into our bedroom. THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING.

So far we caught a mouse in the laundry room, kitchen, living room, now there's one in the bedroom? I come home and find Jordan has removed everything from under the bed and set some traps up in the bedroom. He then tells me that his mom wants a picture of the newly installed carpet upstairs. (Jordan's sister and brother-in-law just moved out and his parents paid to have the carpet redone so his other sister can move in.)

I grab my phone and head up. All while taking this picture I see a mouse run right beside me. I stiffen up. Then the mouse runs along the wall and under the door into a bedroom. I call Jordan downstairs on my phone. I'm still and stiff and literally feel paralyzed as I see this mouse come back out of the door and head around the corner into the bathroom.

Jordan comes up, but yet again no luck finding the mouse. We head back downstairs and I start to make dinner - pizza. I open a draw that has our sandwich bags in there and I see mouse poop everywhere. So I figure while the dough is rising I would get the vacuum and start cleaning yet AGAIN.

I cleared everything out of the drawer, grab the vacuum hose, turn the vacuum on, then a mouse sprints from underneath the counter where I'M STANDING, across the kitchen and goes underneath another counter. I literally screamed so loud that the neighbors probably thought I was being murdered. It scared the living daylights out of me. Jordan sprints to the kitchen (he thought I really hurt myself) and I quiet literally had a nervous brake down.

It took about five minutes for me to stop shaking, hyperventilating, and crying. I think I really just have had enough. I'm so done with these mice. I'm so touchy that I even jump when I see a shadow at work. I HATE MICE....PLEASE GO AWAY!!!!  

Mice

Back in December I posted about how I saw a mouse in our house. Read HERE. What has happened the last two days doesn't even compare to what happened then.

To make this LONG story semi-short I'll tell it by bullet points.

Wednesday:

• I get home from work around 1pm, opened our baking drawer and saw our wheat bran bag opened and a huge mess with mouse poop in it. (LOTS OF IT)
• I go tell Jordan, turn back around toward the kitchen, and see the mouse running on the floor underneath the drawer. 
• I SCREAM!!!!!!!!! Run into the bedroom and start crying (I literally lost it, I have never felt so much panic)
• I grab a trap with poison and set it under the drawer.
• Jordan is really sick in bed so he tries to guide me through what to do (I'm still freaking out at this point)
• I called my father-in-law to see what better traps to buy.
• Being frantic on the phone and trying to whisper, I see the mouse crawling around on our shelves, the baking drawer that's open, and many times in and out of the mouse poison under the drawer. 
• Jordan tells me to watch where it goes in case it dies from the poison (we wouldn't want the smell of a dead mouse) The mouse decides to run behind the stove. I don't know where it is now.
• I sneak out the door, drive to the store, and buy glue traps.
• I get home and Jordan is up trying to find the mouse. No luck. 
• We look in the laundry room, find lots more mouse poop, and another poison trap.  
• Jordan tells me to grab the trap (we'll use it in the house). I pick it up, squeal and then drop it. A dead mouse is inside of it. Jordan tells me to shake out the mouse in the garbage and we can reuse it because of the poison. Really? I have to do this? After a few shakes (I was trying not to cry) I just chucked it.
• Jordan then makes a spear with his Bear Grylls knife and the handle of a rake. I am supposedly suppose to stab the mouse with it if I see it so it doesn't get away. 
• We set all the traps then take a nap.
• I wake up to noise. There's a mouse with one foot stuck on the glue trap. 
• Jordan grabs his pellet gun and starts shooting the mouse. I back up into our living room.
• Jordan walks towards the mouse, flips the trap on top of its body, then presses down...it's now all the way stuck.
• I SCREAM!!!!!!! another mouse went running pass our front door into the living room.
• We search for it, no luck
• We wait in the bed room quietly hoping it'll come out and we can catch it.
• An hour later we hear scratching
• The noise is coming from beside our bookshelf and behind our chair. Jordan grabs the rake handle (he took off the knife at this point) On the count of 3 I remove the chair and he tries to stab the mouse running around. No luck, it hid behind a tote. 
• Again on the count of 3 I remove the tote and the mouse sprinted across the living room and went out of sight. We search quietly again, but no luck.
• We put the traps in new locations and I went to town cleaning.
• I stayed up till 2am cleaning EVERYTHING. And I mean EVERYTHING! There isn't an inch unlooked.

Thursday:

• No luck with catching the mouse overnight.
• Around noon Jordan and I ran an errand.
• We got back and Jordan sees the mouse stuck on one of the traps. 
• He grabs the trap (I don't know how he does it with a live mouse on it) and throws it away outside with the other live mouse from the day before.
• 3 dead mice down...I hope that's all of them.

Twas the night before Christmas

Twas about 3 weeks before Christmas and all through our house, creatures were stirring including this mouse! Well one that looks something like this except not as groomed and clean.

This story begins with a quiet night. I was sewing a skirt and Jordan was watching a TV show. I bring my skirt into our bedroom and lay it on the bed to get a better look at it.  As I'm messing with the material I look down and see this black rodent flash by and head under the bed. I flipped out! I did something like a high knee running drill screaming into the other room. I jumped on our couch (where Jordan was laying) and started crying. I tell Jordan frantically that I saw something run by my feet and under the bed. Jordan starts laughing at me hysterically.

I think he laughed for a good 5 minutes before he could say anything. To much of my surprise...he doesn't believe I saw anything. There was no way I was going to get off the couch until he searched everywhere. He went upstairs and got my brother-in-law Drew and their dog. Maybe the dog could catch it? They pulled out everything from under the bed (that's one of our storage areas) to find nothing. They think I'm putting on a show, however, when we looked inside the drawers under the bed, there were several mouse poop droppings on one of the towels. Finally they believe me now. 

We didn't catch the mouse that night, but did find a hole in the wall where the mouse could be getting in and out of. A couple of days later I hear scratching inside the wall from inside the bathroom. I'm officially freaked out! We need to catch this mouse!