Mouse

So yesterday I was up at the crack of dawn (as usual) when I saw something dart across the living room and hide under the chair. A mouse. 🐭

If you’ve been around a while, you know this house had rats last year—one even ran over my chest in bed. I’m still traumatized. So naturally, I grabbed a broom, shut off the living room, and went full Tom & Jerry mode. I chased this thing all over for 30 minutes with the front door wide open… but he refused to leave.

How he survived my “hunt” I’ll never know. Eventually I gave up. Gabe came over and set traps, but this morning—no mouse. Either he’s gone, or he’s hiding (or worse, dead) in the brand-new pull-out couch. 😬 I’ll be checking after work tonight… wish me luck.

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