the mouse...again

As I have already mentioned, my little mouse is now dead. Well, this is what happened. One night I woke up when something was climbing into my bed. The mouse had decided to come and keep me company. However, as I am quite selective with those I let into my bed – I decided that it is mouse trap time.

Tonight I was comfortably curled up under my duvet with some chocolate and amazing book when I hear something run trough the floor. There was a new one. Maybe had come to look for his friend (a friend of mine already made me think of a little mouse wedding, under a table, where the cloth served as part of the decoration…and mouse mothers in their hats that have flowers in them and a little white handkerchief for those emotional moments) but by doing this it wrote its suicide letter…it didn’t stand a chance.

Still, even if this whole episode has brought out my violent side I have tried to come up with alternative methods for getting rid of these, now, unwanted visitors. Maybe I could catch them up like bees in the summer. I could just use a pan instead of a glass. But then what? I can’t really throw them down from the balcony – even if this would keep the mouse police busy drawing white circles on the ground. Besides, I could be considered slightly mad if I ran around the flat with a pot in my hand.

So, until I find an alternative and more humane method I have to keep visiting my local store for mouse traps and some more chocolate.

Ps. Already tried to close my eyes and wish them away, especially the dead one – didn’t work.