dirtylibrarian

Nothing like waking up to the sound of an improperly set-off mouse trap! You really can't lay in bed and listen to the panicked clattering without wanting to cry.

I guess last week's killing was a blessing in disguise. It enabled me to automatically get up, put on my gardening clothes, go down to the basement, get the shovel, open the cabinet, chase the cat carrying the mouse and trap into the living room, scoop up the trapped mouse with my shovel, take it outside and do what needed to be done (which took more finesse this time, alas). Good thing I got those cold stone killa skillz down.

While I was putting the shovel away I thought to check the trap I had left in the basement. Full, functional as designed (thank goodness) and MOLDY. Bah. There are many things I will do to preserve this house, but cleaning a moldy mousetrap is not one of them. So now I need to buy more traps.

I'm thinking perhaps it is time to call an exterminator.

And let me tell you...there isn't quite anything that says "alone on Valentines Day" like waking up to this scenario.