House of Mouse...NO MORE

The other night, while I was sitting on the couch with a scared Noah at 3:00 am, I heard an odd scratching sound...coming from the ceiling! I knew it had to be a mouse. I got up and began throwing a rolled up sock at the noise --didn't want to wake everyone--and that shut it up. Of course, Noah got a big kick out of this and wouldn't stop giggling. Finally I told him there was a mouse up there. That was the wrong thing to say. Suddenly, he was very worried. Then I couldn't get him to go back to sleep for a while. The next day, we went to Wal-Mart and found the mouse trap department. Wal-Mart patrons must have a lot of rats because they had a HUGE selection. Mouse traps, poisons, rat traps (literally the size of a paperback book!), and "humane" traps that caught the little buggers alive. The rat traps scared me, because in my mind, that scratching I heard kept getting louder and louder and the mouse I imagined got bigger and bigger. Anyway, we settled on the plain old ordinary traps and set one out in the attic with peanut butter on it. That very night, I heard a muffled snap and I could barely contain my glee. I got him. AND good. The next morning I carefully stuck my head up in the attic fearing a possum sized rat, but it was just a tiny little one about the size of this one. I joked it was Chris' friend returning for another ride in her pants. Both kids just HAD to see the body as I triumphantly carried him to the trash in his plastic Wal-Mart bag casket. I kinda felt like a hero.