Miiice.. *Shudders*

So yeah, found a mouse in the basement. Now that usually entails a live mouse. Not in the case, because there are traps around. So this mouse was dead. Dead like the wicked witch of the east, except it didn't get killed by a house landing on it.

I shouldn't be surprised, because we've had mice troubles before. One involved finding a field mouse in the dog kibble container ages ago. As in a decade ago. But more recently, as in a year ago, my cats chased a mouse into my bedroom. These cats don't kill, they toy, with everything they hunt. If they don't toy they watch. In any case, they taunted the mouse until it ran out of my room and... to somewhere else.

A few days after that I found a mouse - perhaps the same one my cats ran - running into the room our computer is in. Went under the tiny couch and then into our closet. Took me thirty minutes but I finally humanely trapped the little thing. Is there really such a term as 'humanely trapped?' There's nothing humane about being trapped. Anyways, I trapped the mouse and carried it in it's trap and released it outside.

I wonder if this will be another year of Jen, the mouse hunter.