T-R-A-U-M-A T-I-Z-E-D.

My friends, I am sad to report that I suffered cruelly this morning, as did the little mouse who moved into my house recently while I was away on business.

I discovered him as soon as I got back, as "someone" had munched little holes in all my instant rice packets. Apparently he was living behind my refrigerator and eating out of my pantry, quite a nice little set-up. I despise mousetraps, but what other choice did I have? I set them out. And for more than two weeks, that little bugger has been carefully licking the peanut butter off the traps at night, and running away unscathed. No doubt growing quite a bit fatter in the process!!

So, I am down to a mere 2 days before I embark on my trip to Europa, and growing quite desperate to catch him before I leave so he can’t run amok and breed in my house!!! So last night I set out glue traps before I went to bed. I put a little dot of peanut butter in the middle--his favorite.

So what did I awake to today? Only to the cute little mouse-y ALIVE AND WRIGGLING in the glue trap. His furry little belly was stuck in the glue, and he couldn’t move his little legs to run away from me. It was so completely traumatizing (for both of us)!!! I didn’t want him to die this way! Why did he force me to be so cruel!!!

So, I had to get a bag and PICK UP the glue trap with HIM ON IT and stick him in the bag and throw him away! OMG I felt JUST AWFUL! But what am I supposed to do!!!

He was so cute and fuzzy. WHY MUST THEY BE SO CUTE AND FUZZY?????

Sigh. I would like to note that the beagle was of absolutely no use to me on this one, whatsoever. How can he be so obsessed with bunny rabbits but not even notice the mouse living in my house?

The beagle DID attempt to lick the peanut butter off the trap one night after I told him not to, and the trap went off and sent him running for the hills. Now THAT, I admit, amused me...

RIP, little mouse. I hope you're dead by now in the stinky trash can in my cold cold garage....