So I am not good with small animals and insects... at all, in fact I hate them... all of them! Its not often that I blog about them though, in fact I have only done it once before and this is for a number of reasons:
1. I hate them... so why should they get any of my time?
2. I like to appear strong and independent and confessing the shear fear that takes over my body when I have an encounter with such creatures shows my weak and very girlie side.
3. The just aren't good reading!
Anyway, the time has come for me to vent again... This week has been a rollercoster of emotion. It started last Wednesday, when I had the pleasure of having Flic come and visit. While we watched High School Musical 3 we indulged in a little chocolate. Not getting through all of it, some remained in the bowl at then end of the night and I forgot about it. The next day when I got home from work I noticed the chocolate still out, although there was a lot less left than I had remember. On closer inspection I noticed one sizable chuck of chocolate that had been removed from the bowl sitting underneath the lamp. This little bit of chocolate had nice little teeth marks all around the edges. The teeth marks were much too small to have been made by a human, and so I decided that perhaps I had a mouse. As Dave was on his way for a visit I put the chocolate aside so that I could show him and tried to go on with my night until he got there.
Once Dave arrived he confirmed it was a mouse and told me he would take care of it tomorrow, which he did, he cleaned my house while I was at work, set a trap and eventually caught the mouse in the rubbish bin and got rid of it. Feeling safe in my new mouse free house I didn't think to much more of it. Everything was packed up and away, the house was clean and the trap was set... just in case. So back to Melbourne I went, not really thinking that much of it.
However, when Monday came around, as I drove back to my house to get ready for work I started to wonder about the trap and if there would be anything in it. I told myself that Dave had dealt with the mouse and that he was gone so there would be nothing in the trap. But as I opened my door on Monday morning I was surprised to find a mouse, dead in the trap... and all the peanut butter used to trap it gone. Knowing that the trap had caught the mouse right on its nose, I knew that this dead mouse could not have eaten that peanut butter and so as I tried (and succeeded eventually) to remove the dead mouse I started to panic about where this other mouse was.
The thing is I can't find any mouse poo... so I don't think the mouse lives in the house, but I still feel like I can hear it. In fact, its not very often but every time I convince myself that all the mice are gone... I hear something else, which makes me believe that they are not. I know when I moved up to the country that mice would probably happen, but I thought that after a year maybe I was safe, but it turns out no... I hope the mouse is gone. I am not really sure why it frightens me so much, I think its just that they surprise me when I am not ready for it. Anyway, I guess all I can do is keep the food locked away and hope for the best...I do just wish they would leave though!