mouse house

At least I'm not thinking about spiders anymore.  I actually almost walked into a spider that was dropping from my ceiling.  How I wish for those days again!

So the other day I walked into the garage, getting things ready to take Cailyn to the store.  When I turned back around to go back into the house (we have an attached garage), I saw him.  A small, grey mouse.  EW!  I didn't know what to do - I had never seen a mouse in a house before!  He wasn't on his side; he was just crouched down, like he could crawl away.  Was he dead?  Alive?  I had no idea.  I jumped, screamed, and promptly hopped over him back into the house.

Safely back inside, I wondered what I should do next.  I couldn't just leave him there because then he'd just be wandering around, and I wouldn't want him to pop out and surprise me later.  And I wasn't going to kill him.  Quick thinker that I am (ha!), I grabbed a bowl that I was never to use again, and covered the mouse with it.  I also stacked a bunch of heavy tools on top of the bowl, so he couldn't escape.  Better safe than sorry!

The next day, the mouse man came and set bait all around the house.  He showed me potential holes that the mice could be using to get into the house.  Fortunately, he said there weren't many, and the ones he did find, we plugged with steel wool.  UNfortunately, while he was here, he found another dead mouse in the garage.  Recently dead.

Now with cold weather about to arrive again, I'm not worried about spiders anymore, but I am obsessed with mice .  All I can think about is when I will see the next one.  I keep reading all these stories online about how people have found mice under the fridge, in the bathtub, in the trash, under the bed, in the closet, etc. etc. I need to hear more stories about how people have seen one mouse, and never another one.  Anyone, anyone?!