Last night as I was getting ready to write my post about canning tomatoes (look for it later in the week)… my husband called me into our family room. He asked me to sit down on the sofa and look at the fireplace. Huh? I asked him, what about our fireplace? We have a gas fireplace and he had turned it on. The room smelled strange… the smell of a heater after a summer of disuse. It wasn’t cold last evening, so I couldn’t figure out what he was up to. Then from out of the very skinny grates, squeezed a little mouse. It ran along the hearth and then under our TV armoire. Oh boy.. a mouse in the house.
“I’ve been watching him for a while and he’s kinda cute.” my husband says, “I’d really hate to kill him.” “Let’s try to get him to him go outside.”
So armed with brooms and the back door open, we tried to shoo the little mouse out the door. And all the while, I’m thinking of that movie, “Mouse Trap.” Either we have a smart mouse or he found somewhere really good to hide, because we could not get him to leave the armoire.
After our best effort, I finally said, “We can’t have a mouse in the kitchen. We’ve got to set out the traps.” So we got a little chocolate… which neither mice (nor I) can resist and set the traps.
I entered the family room early this morning with trepidation, not looking forward to finding a dead mouse. And that smart little mouse never took the bate. Maybe he doesn’t like Hershey’s Chocolate Bars… maybe he’s a chocolate snob, like me, and loves Belgian Chocolate. I don’t know.
But that little mouse can’t stay in the house. We need to find a better mouse trap. Maybe my husband will go today and find a trap that captures the mouse instead of kills him… that’ll make him happy.
And when I think about it, I can’t help loving that I married a man who would save a mouse if he could.
Mouse Update: The mouse does like Hershey’s Chocolate. I knew I should never have mentioned the movie “Mouse Trap.” That little bugger got away with the chocolate without ever springing the traps!