Me vs. Mouse: Day 2

This day began in much the same way yesterday did... snapped out of my sleep earlier than planned by the sound of scurrilous tomfoolery afoot somewhere in the darkened corners of my room.  But how, you might ask?  Isn't the mouse still stuck in the confines of the parental automobile?  Don't you think you are just paranoid in your sleep?  Well... the answer might be yes to one or more of those questions, but that is apparently irrelevant to the fact that there is, in fact, a second mouse involved in the game now.  I know this because I recently(roughly ten minutes ago) caught him snooping around on my snow pants and chased him into the corner of my room.  I'll get to that part of the story later, though, as it all begins in quite a different way.

After my early arising I could not really decide what to do about the mouse in my room and I already needed to take care of the preceding combatant first, especially as it had taken residence in a place not really my usual stewardship.  I figured I could deal with M2 at some point later in the day so I moved on with morning life in general fashion.

I headed out to do some extraction work on my old, now-deceased, car and decided to lay the trap in my parents car in order to increase the time of exposure(ha... that makes it sound like the mouse trap primarily functions by giving the mouse cancer)in the hopes of offing the little guy before I had to head into work.

I surveyed the scene with little surprise other than the fact that not all of the remaining cookie bits were yet taken.  I guess I did not really correctly attribute his relative hunger level thinking that I would have certainly gone for the cookie by now, merely lacking the willpower to resist eating it.  Though this would be a ludicrous thought since my actual stomach organ is probably multiple times the size of the entire mouse body.  It is probably gorged to the brim from the last cookie bit it took last night.  I quickly set the trap and got to my car duties at hand.

By the time I headed into work I was a little disappointed, but not entirely surprised, that the trap had not yet fulfilled the measure of its creation.  I surmised he was probably sleeping since I think mice are nocturnal creatures by nature and was, therefore, not likely to be seeking for any wooden, brassy breakfast anytime soon.  So score one for the mouse on that point I guess.  Exposure mitigated.

During the break on my shift I hopped back in the car to make a 4-taco run at J-Box(I almost made a Jumbaco run instead) and noticed that the bulk of the remaining cookie pieces were now gone.  Of course the trap had not made any progress of its own but I can't blame if for trying.  How could it compare to duplex?  It simply could not.  A mere difference in its construction and purpose certainly affected its rodential appeal.

In a way I sort of threw in the towel after work.  I realized the tremendously inefficient gas consumption of the car was sinking my attempts to stay financially afloat and decided to see if my parents would graciously trade me for their slightly more efficient truck after work.  The trap had yet to see fruition before I finally parted ways with it but I am quite certain my parents have taken their own stab(hint hint) at this sort of issue before.  It was all in good hands.

Shortly after arriving home I headed upstairs to turn the heater on in my room and when I came back downstairs my roommate told me I could have another trap for the new mouse in town.  I went back up to place the trap and what to my eyes would appear but a somewhat startled mini-monster scurrying up my snow pants.  I immediately leapt forward to trap him in the plastic cd tower cover I had in my right hand.  He receded into the electric drill case in attempt to evade my efforts otherwise.  As I was nearly done zipping the case shut he flew from the remaining open gap in the zipper straight into one of my football cleats sitting on the ground three to four feet away!  Dang those little dudes have got some serious hops!  He spun around in confusion inside the shoe as I was pouncing with the tower case to cover up the opening in the top.  I was too slow, however, and he zig-zagged through the jungle of my old mail and electric wiring into the corner of the room under the dresser.  I could not see anywhere for him to go so I blocked off all the visible exits of escape.  I bolstered my resources by grabbing a flashlight and an extra cd tower cover from downstairs.  This was probably a mistake, however, as it seemed he had escaped by the time I was able to properly survey the probable area of his confinement.  Alas... He was probably laughing at me under his breath in his squeaky little voice somewhere nearby.  But who will have the last laugh?

Me, of course.  Mice do not live nearly as long as humans do.  Lest we forget, I also have automated assistance in the form of a Victor mouse trap.  I put the wooden, little moussassin in a likely path of travel and suppose Day 3 will shortly come and go.  I suppose my report should be brief and unentertaining.  Ha... just listen to all the human pride... erringly ambitious to the end.