Yes, we have another visitor. An unwelcome one, who will soon know just how unwelcome he is.
We've christened him Joe. He is the original cordless mouse.
Joe follows in the footsteps of his ancestor Hercules. Hercules was with us for no less than six months before he was dispatched to that Great Hunk O' Cheese In The Sky. That varmint outsmarted our best attempts at capture and/or termination, and will live in infamy as The Little Mouse That Could.
And what he COULD was also infamous.
He left little calling cards all over the carpet. He scared the dog. He chewed a hole in one of the Lazy Boy chairs, and tried to nest in it. He ate all the bait from the traps. He evaded every attempt of capture and/or certain death.
Then I left with the kids for a three-day trip out of town. Before leaving, I put down a couple of glue traps. When I got back in town and opened the door of the house, I was met with a stench like no other.
"Uh, dear? Did you check the traps?"
It seems that if you actually LIVE with the smell, you don't notice it as much. I checked the trap in the bathroom, and found Hercules had met his Waterloo.
Or something like that.
And so we come to the life and times of Joe.
Hubster first met Joe as he was reclining on the couch in the basement, watching football. Joe introduced himself by running along Hubster's back before disappearing into the recesses of the dark. Hubster warned us to keep the door to the garage firmly shut at all times to keep our newest visitor out, but the children didn't heed his warning. Hence, Joe made it up to the office/kitchen/living room level.
The Girl saw him first, running across the office area. And today, just before I started this little post, he was kind enough to introduce himself to me by running from somewhere in the office to under the buffet in the dining room and then back under a chair in the office. Knowing how I feel about mice it really is a wonder I didn't scream.
So today I'll make a trip to the local hardware store and purchase more of those wonderful traps. We'll check them daily to make sure the house doesn't get that telltale odor. If we're lucky, Joe will be history in a day or so. If not, we'll just have to get Mom, The Mighty Mouse Hunter over here to do her thing.
Because I'm not sacrificing another Lazy Boy to the Rodent Gods any time soon if I can help it.