Interruption...by our Fourth Roommate.

Today's regularly scheduled blogging is interrupted by the fact there is a mouse in my bedroom.  Not just in my bedroom, but it has been in my bed. 

A few weeks ago, I reported on facebook & twitter that we had a mouse in our apartment.  While I was home, my roommates caught it, but realized we had TWO mice.  We haven't seen or heard from mouse #2 in a while, but today while I was cleaning my room, I found him.  I pulled out the top drawer of my dresser and put it on my bed.  the mouse jumped out and ran under my covers.  I screamed like a baby.  It eventually ran under the bed, so I put one of the traps with peanut butter under my bed and closed my door.  I also stuffed towels under my door b/c it has a large gap so that the mouse cannot escape for food.  Hopefully this works. 

In the mean time, I'm watching a movie and having a drink to calm myself down. 

While Googling "how to catch a mouse", I cam across this, which I find a little ridiculous:

"Be sure your state/county does not have a law prohibiting 

you from killing the animal. Some states, like NJ, have laws 

that protect rodents from in-humane capture/treatment/death. 

Check with your state's ASPCA first before attempting the 

method above. Otherwise, you could be fined and/or jailed for doing so."

If You Give a Mouse a Cookie...

We have a four legged furry friend here on Sheridan Road.  Mikey spotted the mouse a while ago, but she was a little drunk, so we didn't believe her.  Then last week, I saw Remy when I got up in the middle of the night to get a dirty cookie.  But we haven't seen him since.  Until last night.  Mikey saw him again.

A friend of mine I stayed with this summer had one, and I didn't freak out that much.  But he took care of it and wouldn't let me look at it.  I never thought I'd be scared of a mouse.  But when I saw little Remy, I flipped the F out.  Shiiiiiit it was scary.  I mean, mice are cute, so why are they so scary...  My theory is that it's because they are surprising and fast movers...you know, the startle factor and that you never know where they're gonna show up.

Any advice on how to deal with this little guy?