The Great Escape

OH MY GOD! Is that a mouse?

Yes, it is.

A cute little brown mouse was scurrying across my boyfriend’s bed early Sunday morning. According to him it was the end of the world; I name him Jerry.

He chases it around the house for several hours pinning it in several corners, every time Jerry outsmarts the tom cat. By this time I’m spoon deep in cereal.

Caught in the Corner

After pleading him to capture it and release it, he convinces me the old fashion mouse traps are the way to go.

Drug out of bed entirely too early to make the venture to Ace Hardware to get very inhumane mouse traps: $48.90 later, he is prepared to hunt.

I beg him not to kill Jerry; after all, we did have a bonding moment that morning in bed. According to my boyfriend if, “That mouse chews up my wiring harness in the Maserati…” I suppose since his car could be jeopardy, I am not fully opposed to killing Jerry.

2pm: He lays the traps one by one in high traffic areas; he steps on them frequently- Payback

3pm: Ventures to Murdoch’s to get cowboy boots

4pm: Get harassed by someone who is obviously not impressed with his car with a “Versace Makes boots” comment

6pm: Return home to realize no traps have been tripped

9pm: See Jerry scurry across the floor & up a wall – Time to call dad

10pm: Lace mouse traps with Peanut butter, thanks to dad

11pm: Dead Jerry

Tom hunting Jerry

After I was done screaming bloody murder and yelling at my boyfriend to kill it and not let it suffer. The blood stained tile was too much.

RIP Jerry.