Eeek...

Well I had a first this weekend... we had a mouse in the house. YUCK!!!

After coming home Friday night to a little creature, to big to be a bug, to small to be a cat, run from under OUR BED I went after it to see what in the world it was. I caught it just with my eyes just as it's tail was whipping around the corner into our guest room also known as my closet. I of course started shrieking and Drew came running in thinking it was something with the baby.... No dear just a small little mouse!

He took Buster, our pitbull, into the room and shut the door while Cooper and I hung out on the bed in my room feet safely off the floor. Sometimes it is hard for me to remember that I did live in Africa for 5 weeks where seeing a mouse was much better than seeing a snake! Nevertheless in my comfortable, clean, home a mouse might of well has been a snake in that moment.

After banging around on furniture for a while trying to scare it out Drew and Buster came out defeated. I barely slept at as I was afraid of mice running over me. The next morning Drew left early to go pick up a stove he had gotten from work, he gets the hook up on all sorts of appliances up there. We had noticed an unpleasant smell coming from our stove the days prior. We both thought it might have been a dead varment but decided to right it off as a stinky old stove.

As he is moving out the stove, and I am laying on the couch feet safely covered and off the ground, he finds a smashed dead mouse in between the stove drawer and the wall....ICK!!! Disgusted I covered my face and nose as he moved the stove out by himself, I really used the "Honey I am not supposed to lift more than 20 lbs. while pregnant" rule in my favor!

Horrified now thinking there must be a den of them somewhere. My sweet husband worked tirelessly to secure any entrance points into the house. Laid out traps everywhere with a taunting snack of peanut butter for the mice. Meanwhile I set to washing every pot and pan that was in the stove, and hot water washing any item that was on the floor and may have been touched by a mouse.

I was sure when we went to do a Bridal session that evening that we would come home to find our furry friend trapped.... not the luck! I really believe Drew was beginning to doubt that I had even seen one the night before. Then while eating our takeout Olive Garden and watching the Bourne Identity, SNAP!, we both stared at one another as he quickly and tenatively got up to check all the traps. There it was, smashed in the trap in the pantry area. I had to fanatically tell my husband I did NOT want to witness this horror as he was trying to bring the dead mouse into the living room.

All that to say this weekend we had mice, hopefully now we have gotten them all, hopefully I will never have to deal with it again... not likely!