There's A Mouse On My Key Pad

Nothing changes. Walking into my spare bedroom this morning to use my computer, I was shocked at what I saw.  I saw a mouse on my key pad. No not the plastic type, that glides slowly over the mouse mat some times stuttering at the pace, especially if one has had a little drinky the night before. But a real, larger than life, furry little creature with long whiskers. We both eyed each other carefully, like two centurion's standing to attention. Seconds passed, even minutes, but no one moved, this little grey furry field mouse stood up to attention only to carry on cleaning his whiskers.  Who would run first, not I?  As I moved ever closer to my computer I stopped, terribly affronted, mouse poop like little hard roundels of black plastic all over my desk. How dare this little creature invade my space.

I asked myself if this could be the little mouse my partner had seen climbing the curtain in our bedroom, or even the one poking it's head from behind the water pipe to the radiator.  Or even was this the little mouse that sounded like it was wearing clogs running around in my wardrobe and evading all the mouse traps we had laid.  "Put mars bars in the traps" my son said, "mice love mars bars," hmmm try again son, not this one.

Now invading my private domain in the bedroom was one thing but my computer, that is an outrage. Following the line of mouse poop it lead all the way my son's bedroom wardrobe.  How it can survive in there alongside Craig's crusty socks I have no idea.  But wait, because that mouse poop also leads into the bathroom, under the sink where the toilet cleaner and bleach are stored.  I was thinking very clever little mouse this one, it's got a sense of humour.

However, as cute as it is, as intelligent and brave as it might be, it has to go.  No place in this house for a free loader, I have enough with the two dogs.

Now what can you put in a trap to entice a mouse, cheese.  No this mouse who has been an unwanted visitor for some time does not like cheese. It doesn't like chocolate either, another sugestion from my son.  I have tried various flavours of biscuits, dog food another useless tip from a well wisher, it wont even take the mouse poison which said on the packet 'guaranteed to rid your house of unwanted guests'. No indeedy, this mouse is dedicated to making my life a misery.

Now we have bought some rather sophisticated mouse traps, round and spring loaded for extra security.  Reading the instructions, it clearly states 'indestructable'! Mmmm these traps haven't met my mouse.  

Now all my friends will tell you I am a push over for a pretty face, but even I can raise a temper if provoked long enough.  This mouse pooped all over my computer. Such a crime, a sin in fact, the time is closing in on the mouse.  It will be evacuated very soon. The dustbin has been told to leave a very comfy, if not to be seen, area for a burial. Days are numbered and I am counting down each and every one of them, where I hope to have success before I become demented.

JP our greyhound knows the mouse is here, he walks around the room like an over stuffed teddy stopping occasionally sniffing this and that to finally plop himself down at the side of me and go to sleep.  Greyhounds love to chase furry creatures, but not mine it seems. This mouse has got me outnumbered. 

Sure, I could live with the mouse if I knew it was alone and male, but I have no guarantees of which I am certain, so it's me or the mouse.

Any one know of a mouse whisperer?  Maybe I should place an advert for mouse sitter.  No I am afraid if these traps don't work it will be a call the the EXTERMINATOR.