The adventures of the un-catchable RODENT

2 weeks ago. 2 weeks! That was the first sighting of a mouse in my house! My living room to be exact. Right under my couch. Where my feet sit. Where the kids play. And I use the term "mouse" loosely because quite honestly, I don't think it was a mouse. Or a rat for that matter. It was bigger. Way bigger. And fast. And it didn't have a tail. And no one seems to believe me because I was the ONLY person to actually see it.

But the truth of the matter is, I know what I saw, and I believe me.

And since that day 2 weeks ago, we have found multiple "droppings," bites out of the fruit in my fruit bowl, (which sits on my kitchen counter! Ewww!) and oddly enough, have been through about 8-10 different traps. I also use the word "traps" lightly because to me, the word describes the said rodent going near the "trap" and would then become enclosed in it and killed! No? Am I out of line to think such a thing? Well these (yes, I am convinced there are more than 1) rodents are smart enough to lick the peanut butter clean from the trap but not become trapped. Crazy. I know.

Alas, we caught our first one. Not the one I saw that night 2 weeks ago. This one was small. The one I saw was not. IT WAS NOT!

And I'm glad we caught the rodent. However, I don't like that it was caught in my pantry. And I also do not like that it was caught while the house was completely lit! I mean, the nerve! It might as well have just joined us at the dinner table.

And now, every time I enter my kitchen, I check one of the multiple hidden traps. Because who knows when we'll catch the others.