A Mouse in the House

There's a mouse in the house...and he is a punk. A few weeks ago a small dark brown object ran by my foot as I stood in my room in the Big Blue Farmhouse. At the time I was on the phone with my mom and I let out an exclamation of surprise. A mouse in my room! The indignities had reached a new level of low.

A few days later I saw it creeping along the corner of my room near the door. I decided to enlist Bud to help me get rid of it. He dug out a mouse trap as Nancy let out her characteristically over-dramatic groans. The trap has stood empty for over a week now, mocking me with it's very emptiness, as I wonder when he will re-appear. This weekend I saw the mouse again, running blithely by the trap on his way to whatever mice do in farmhouses.

This morning I was awakened by a rustling in a drawer of a dresser which stands near my bed. It was a little after 3:30 and I lay, half asleep, wondering what I was hearing. Suddenly, I knew and sprang to action, knocking on the drawer (I wasn't about to open it and have a mouse in my face) as loudly as I could. Rap, rap, rap! I know you're in there Mr. Mouse! For the next hour I lay listening for his return. Finally, I opened up the drawer and found the remnants of a partially chewed plastic bag.

This is war! Jeanne - 0, Mouse - 1. Oh, but that will change. Stay tuned for more news from the Big Blue Farmhouse.