So, I have had an unwelcome visitor on and off during the past 3 weeks. He usually keeps to himself, but lately he has been getting quite comfortable in my apartment. He's found M&Ms and snacks on them. How do I know? He leaves the shells behind ush: he enjoys the yummy chocolatey inside and leaves the shells for mama to clean up.
I have this couch that I never use and it serves as a storage for boxes and whatnot, well he's decided that will be his fort and poops on it every other day
I have been quite absent and after returning home last night from a long weekend away from home, the first thing I found: an orange M&M shell on the kitchen counter. I go into my room and lay down, pondering on how I shall approach him. See, I have intended to catch him with homemade traps, to avoid making him suffer... but he is torturing me and the stupid traps don't work. He is quite noisy at night, especially last night.
He kept on rustling while I was trying to watch "Funny Face," so I got up to see where he was. He had fallen inside a folder/magazine container and was trying to get out by jumping. I thought, this is my chance to catch him! I put my shoe over the opening and went to get a tall trash can to transfer him into. Well, that little bastard jumped high enough to escape and when I came back I saw his little tail hide underneath my TV station. He kept on playing hide and seek with me. It was midnight and I was quite tired, so I tried to scare him out to the kitchen. He made a break for it when I went to the bathroom and hid under a suitcase in the living room. I went back in my room and blocked the bottom of the door with a towel so he wouldn't come back in. I was all ready to go to sleep when I see him out of the corner of my eye coming back in!
I was so pissed! You would think that after someone just scared the crap out of you, you may want to stay away from them! Well, not him. He traveled all the way around my room and started rustling behind my nightstand! I saw him and quickly ran after him with an umbrella! I was frantic!
He saw me and kept on going, right behind my bed.
I was really annoyed and as you can tell I'm not particularly afraid of mice. Never really been, but he annoys me more than any other. I called a cab and went to my bf's. 30 minutes and $22 later I was sitting on his bed repeating: " I can't believe this! 9 years on my own and a mouse ran me out of my house!"
I woke up this morning and got 2 traps, which are supposed to contain him as soon as he gets in it.
I am hoping that he is not feel triumphant after last night and get in the darn trap!
Ahh, it feels good to rant
If you had any tips for me to hunt this little rascal, do shoot them my way