We’ve been chasing this mouse around our house for over 2 weeks. We started with small traps we brought from the U.S., but he only mocked us by eating the peanuts without setting off the trap. Then we upgraded to a large metal trap with spikes around the edges that we bought here, and I felt sure we would decapitate the mouse the first night. But these mice are smart! I smeared peanut butter onto the trap, and he somehow ate around the edges of the peanut butter without setting the trap. Several times a day we would run across this mouse somewhere in our house, and I would swear that I’d get him that night. Kimberly was about ready to pack it in and head home (I’m exaggerating, but only a little…)
Then a few nights ago as we were laying in bed about to go to sleep we heard a startling sound from the kids’ bedroom. Kimberly said “what’s that!?” and I replied with confidence that one of the big floor fans had gotten off balance and that we should just turn it off and I’d look at it in the morning. Kimberly had already jumped out of bed at that point, so I let her sneak into the kids room and unplug the fan. We went to sleep.
The next morning we had almost forgotten about it, but Kimberly remembered and went to check the fan to see what was wrong with it. I told her again something probably just needed to be tightened and I’d look at it later. Then she screamed. “It’s the mouse! He committed suicide in the fan!” Sure enough, the mouse had found a gap at the back of the fan and crawled right up into the whirling 18″ blade. The sound we had heard was, well, you can imagine. Rest in peace little mouse, you were a worthy opponent…
