Enough with the mice already

If you recall, last year, I unexpectedly found a little field mouse in my closet. I feel bad for the little mice because I get it. It’s cold outside. (We got our first frost last night). And my house is significantly warmer (although still a little chilly to save on utilities). BUT, I don’t want you running around my house. And you will die if you do.

Yesterday, I get home and my roommate warns me that there is a furry little friend in the laundry room. I think, oh great! More blood and guts and gore that I have to deal with (albeit in a little tiny creature). And she then explains that the mouse is dead on a glue trap. (...at least no blood, guts or gore)

I then think, what’s the big deal then? If it’s dead, why is it still in the laundry room? Apparently both of my roommates were not going to throw away the dead mouse anytime soon.

I asked, “are you going to get rid of it?” She responds, “Yeah, but not right now because I’m going out.” How long had the mouse been there? When had she discovered it? When was she planning to dispose of it? Not that I’m saying it was her job, but she’s the one who saw the creature to begin with since I haven’t walked into the laundry room for 6 days. In my mind it just makes sense to dispose of it ASAP. I think taking care of dead animals should be a priority over some random guy's birthday party. [I can analyze that later]

Now I understand being scared. Because honestly, the first mouse I found in my closet, I screamed. Like a little girl. SCREAMED! And it completely freaked me out. But once I got over the initial shock of having a mouse running around, I was able to compose myself enough to trash the mouse along with two other mice (one super gory and one just died in my bedroom over the semester break). You know, with rubber gloves and plastic bags and such. To me, it seems way grosser to have a dead mouse stuck to a glue trap in my laundry room than to just throw the mouse out right away. Especially since today is garbage day.

So making a short story longer, I picked up the glue trap, threw the mouse into a plastic bag, put it in the garbage bag, and then took it to the curb. Crisis averted. We all survived. The mouse is disposed of.  And I'm the heroine.