Mouse Trapped

Once a point a time (as in 3:30am last night) I was staying up late to work on an article when I heard some shuffling in the kitchen. The shuffling was soon followed by abject squeaking and more shuffling. Without a doubt, I knew we caught a mouse. I freaked out a bit because I certainly didn't want to go touch it and dig the trap out from underneath the dishwasher.

Fortunately, the boys next door were back from some party and they tipped over what must have been a barrelful of beer bottles. I ran out to our balcony. At first they thought I was mad at them about the noise and the mess. But I was like, yeah, whatever. Than I dragged one of the drunk boys, James, over to our side and asked him to get the trap out for me. He was fine with it either because, a) he was too drunk to oppose to it, b) he felt guilty about the mess, c) he didn't realize the mouse was still alive. I told him to just chuck the trap over the balcony. But before he did, he notice some movements and went, "Holy fucking shit! It's still alive!" It was kinda funny the way he freaked out.

This morning, I went downstairs and checked the trap. Out of morbid curiosity of course, and found it there, on the grass, where it landed after being overthrown from the 4th floor balcony. The mouse was long dead. I think it had more to do with the chemicals on the trap than the height. Nonetheless, notice how the corners were all chewed up as it tried to escape. Gross!

Oh well, 1 down, god knows how many more to go.