Last night my friend Leah and I were sitting on the couch watching the travel channel (great on Tues. night) when all of sudden a mouse appeared by the front door. I've never seen any evidence of mice in my house before, so I'm going to comfort myself by thinking that he just happened to come in under the front door. And he doesn't have friends living here. It was over 100 degrees yesterday - maybe he came in to cool off?
He ran underneath a bookcase when we approached him. When we moved the bookcase, he scurried under the stove. When we removed the drawer under the stove, he was gone. Under the cabinets. In my kitchen.
At 10:30 last night I went to the store and bought a mouse trap and peanut butter, and set the trap.
As of this morning, Mumford (as we named him) is still somewhere presumably alive. My hope is that he finds his own way out, and doesn't die in my kitchen. Or in the trap.
