Growing up I never really cared for the book If You Give A Mouse A Cookie. I mean come on, who in their right mind would waste a perfectly good cookie on a mouse?! Welp... I am now guilty of doing exactly that.
Allow me to tell you the story.
When I moved out of The Colony right after graduation, I was fortunate enough to move in with my friend Kristin who lives less than a block away. With her hubby gone to California doing sales for several months, she wanted a roomie to share her little basement home with for the summer. Its been great living together again and seeing a lot more of each other, even though our busy schedules don't quite line up all the time :) Being a basement apartment, this place is prone to inviting a few undesirables... like spiders and beetles and now... mice!! We discovered our little visitor a couple of weeks ago when we started finding holes in our bags of food and the tiniest little terds sprinkled around the kitchen. The landlady lent us a mousetrap (one that doesn't kill, just imprisons) and after just one night of being left out on the kitchen floor with cheerios as bait (we knew from Kristin's holey cereal bag that it'd work), we caught the little fella. And then, being the sane and humane girls that we are, we let him free in the big backyard, sure that he wouldn't find his way back into our humble abode, especially with the cats that roam the property.
WE. WERE. WRONG.
Okay so this is where the cookie comes in. Last Sunday I wanted a chocolate chip cookie so bad I thought I was going to die. I needed it. Just one warm ooey gooey delicious cookie and i'd be satisfied. Buuuut we didn't have the ingredients or the time to bake them, so the craving lived on. Oh well. I left home to pick up Kristin from the airport and upon our return, I discovered a single chocolate chip cookie on the kitchen table with a note from my sweet boy who had snagged the treat for me from someone else's apartment. The craving was to be satisfied! ... Except all was not right with this cookie. It wasn't on the paper towel that he'd left, and a chocolate chip was missing off the top... and then we spotted more of those terrible tiny little terds. Mr. Mouse was back?!
All week the trap lay out, ready to capture him once again. Unfortunately he'd outsmarted us, and there was no sign of his return... until late Thursday night. Kristin and I were talking as we were winding down for the night, and while she was cleaning up in the kitchen she heard the little bugger scratching around in our pantry. We knew what had to be done. The madness had to end, and that could only happen by catching the mouse and taking the necessary steps to ensure it never returned again. The chaos that ensued was... well, lets just say it was a good thing the cute little old lady who lives upstairs had already removed her hearing aids for the night or else she might have been tempted to call the cops after the blood curdling screams that came from the basement. Which actually might have been nice because then they could have taken over our inevitable task of catching our mouse friend enemy. Kristin and Jannette: regular, unassuming girls by day, pro mouse trappers by night.
Its a serious business y'all.
We see you. And you're going down.
As if I could ever allow an opportunity like this pass by without documentation.
For your viewing pleasure, here is (most) of the midnight mouse adventures of Kristin and Jannette.
The beginning:
The big scare:
The victory:
I'll spare you all the details, but it is now safe to say that after much brain storming, planning, failed attempts, sweat, screams, and many scares, Mr. Mouse is gone. And he isn't coming back.
Mission accomplished.
If you have a mouse problem, call... anyone but us. I think we've had our fair share of adventures like this one for a while! Meanwhile, I never got my chocolate chip cookie. And apparently its National Doughnut Day, so imma go enjoy that happiness just like this winner of a pup right here.
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