Our story so far: yesterday afternoon I discovered a mouse hanging out in my sewing room at the town house. Nellie couldn’t scent the mouse, so Mike and I discussed trapping options.
The story continues:
I closed the door on my sewing room and stuffed a wadded towel under the door to confine the mouse to the room. I wasn’t sure that would work. The doors in a modular home don’t fit well.
Mike returned to watching football, and sensing that she had somehow disappointed him, Nellie cuddled up near him. But suddenly she came to life, her tail indicating a quarry. She sniffed behind the tv set, the woodbox, under the sofa, back to the woodbox, behind the woodstove. Eventually she was all over the house but gave a lot of attention to Mike’s office. I let her into the sewing room where she sniffed briefly and seemed to conclude that there was no mouse in the room. She looked me in the eye as if to say, “We both know you’re a little paranoid.”
But frankly, Nellie’s sudden interest upset me even more. The mouse was supposed to be confined to the sewing room. Had it gotten out? Or were there two -- or, God forbid -- even more?
When the game was over (SMU won), Mike went to buy traps. To save time and distance, he stopped at what I call “the little store,” a neighborhood market where he bought their last pack of traps – two plastic units. He baited the traps with some peanut butter we tried and didn’t like -- Planter’s NUT-rition “Cinnamon Raisin Granola Nut Energy Mix” (what were they thinking when they concocted this recipe?) and set them in the sewing room. But Nellie continued to be most interested in the office.
Then – about 4:30 – we left Nellie in the house for half an hour and went to the boat parade. Not like the old days, we reminisced. No excitement in the air. We were literally alone as we watched from Beachview Park above the Snake River. Lights are beautiful reflected on the water, but ten boats don’t make much of a showing. I took a lot of pictures -- not very successfully.
The evening wore on as Mike watched football, and we had reason to wonder if Nellie had caught a mouse while we were out and swallowed it. If so, was it the mouse? Nellie wasn’t talking – just a source of bad odor -- so we could only surmise what might have happened in our absence.
Before bed, Mike announced that the sewing room mouse had been caught. He re-set the trap behind the woodbox in the living room, and this morning – yes! – we had another. I hope that’s the end of this mouse saga, but we’ll remain alert. The work on the hillside continues, and it’s been my experience that when ground is disturbed, the rodent population is displaced. Perhaps that has something to do with this invasion.
So, today’s chore is to clean the sewing room closet and otherwise straighten the room. KW