We finally caught the mouse!!!

So for weeks now, we've had an unwelcome houseguest.. a little bitty housemouse who appears out of nowhere, runs around the living room freaking us out, and then vanishes -- seemingly into thin air. We caught him once, put him in a shoebox, took him a few blocks away and let him out in someone's bushes. Two days later, the little bastard was back.. with a vengeance. He was bolder, running around the room when he KNEW we were there, in broad daylight, interrupting us while we were watching movies, jumping out from under the sink while I was doing dishes...

...but today was the last straw. I was getting something out of the fridge and suddenly the mouse takes a flying leap from the top of the fridge STRAIGHT ONTO MY HEAD, scrambling down onto my shoulder and leaping towards the storage area. I screamed like a little girl.

Oh, this was it. It was on. Little shithead was cornered in the storage area. Shit was gonna go down.

Bean and I tried to wall off all possible exits from the area with cardboard and started moving stuff out of the storage area into the rest of the kitchen, but the mouse escaped and ran beneath the stove. Check that.. ran INTO the stove. He was hiding IN THE STOVE. We quickly walled off his possible escape routes with cardboard and duct tape, and it was on. After a lengthy 20 minute battle, Bean finally caught the little fucker in a trash can. We're gonna drive up to Belmont Shores in a bit and let him out in a park, far far away from here.

Aftermath of the mousehunt:


More of the damage:


The scene of the final battle between us and the mouse:


Guantanamouse Bay:


Prisoner of war:


Disturbing revelation: This is NOT the same mouse we did battle with before. Fuck. We now have suspicions that there is a legion of these things waiting to invade, probably headed up by Osamouse bin Rodent. Look at those eyes! It's evil, I tell you, EVIL!


[Edited on Jun 20, 2004 by Shalome]

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congrats!
i just moved and my new place has water bugs, aka giant fucking roaches!
its hell.

We have mice in the basement at work. There's shit all over the place. We had to clean it out last week. Fucking disgusting.

Osamouse bin Rodent = hi-fucking-larious.

may i ask how the dry mop was tactically utilized?

awwww its adorable.

The dry mop was tactically utilized in a flat sweep method designed to flush the enemy out of his hiding place beneath the stove, and subsequently to herd the enemy into the waiting trash can.

And once to swat the enemy down when he made an amazing-yet-futile leap towards freedom, attempting to clear the barriers we'd put in place.

With a mess like that, just think how silly you'd feel if you didn't catch him.

well, the little guy has got tenacity, you've got to grant him that.

for everyone you see there are five you don't

When I was at school, I had a fancy mouse as a pet. One day I came back to my room and there were two mice in the cage. I was dumbstruck. The new mouse freaked out, squeezed itself through the bars and disappeared. He made other random visits throughout the year but I was worried it would hurt my mouse.

That's not a mouse, that's a rat.

Humans: 1 Rodents: 0

You could just get a ferret.

Nah, I've had pet mice and pet rats, and this is totally a mouse. And he's way smaller than he looks in the pictures... he's like four inches long from nose to end of tail.


[Edited on Jun 20, 2004 by Shalome]

Plus, I just took the "Rat or Mouse?" picture quiz and I identified 12/12 correctly.

I'm like 99.9% sure it's a mouse.

[Edited on Jun 20, 2004 by Shalome]

as a non-certified Rodentologist (i've disected many)
most definitely a mouse and not a rat
Mus musculus

ed4spel

[Edited on Jun 20, 2004 by scrantonian]

ooh, a mouseacre!

Ha Ha -I took the test and got 11/12. It's the tails, rats have big fat ones.

lmao. This is so funny. Reminds me of when I told my roommate on several different occasions while I was drinking that I'd seen a mouse in the kitchen or my bedroom, after tearing the place apartr for like 20 minutes. He kept telling me that I was a crazy drunkass, until he finally saw it. Then he freaked out and bought a crapload of traps and rat poison.

aww. i think you should buy him a cage and make him your pet.

I had a chipmunk in my house for a while and like to never caught him. I can feel your pain. I think my chipmunk worked for the KGB though.

[Edited on Jun 20, 2004 by unknown_bastard]

Good job team.