Wednesday, April 4, 2012
A couple of weeks ago, I was getting ready for work. I looked down and saw a little mouse in the corner of the bathroom. Naturally, I squealed like a little girl and stood up on my stool in case the mouse decided to run across my feet. The cats didn't see him at first and they didn't understand why I was freaking out. I yelled at Brook to come get the mouse, but he quickly ran back into the wall. The next day he appeared again and this time the cats were in the bathroom with me. They managed to chase him around the bathroom, but he ended up escaping again. I decided to name the mouse Gus Gus. Brook told me that naming him was a mistake because I might get attached, blah blah blah. We set up a mouse trap but it didn't work. We moved it from the bathroom to the kitchen. The cats kept sitting in front of the oven. We suspect Gus was living under or behind it. A few days later, the trap in the kitchen was gone. I asked Brook where he moved it and he said he saw Gus in our bedroom the night before. EEEEEEEKKKKK!!! Apparently, he crawled underneath our door (what the cats were doing at the time, I don't know, but they are obviously no good at mouse catching!). Brook didn't want to wake me because he knew I would've freaked out. Yes, I would have. Anyway, Brook discovered that Gus liked butterscotch candy so he put a butterscotch candy in the trap. Sure enough, the next night around 2:30 a.m., I heard something. I whispered to Brook and he said it was Gus Gus in the trap. We slowly got up and peaked in the corner. Gus Gus was trapped! Brook took him to the very back corner of our back yard and released him with his butterscotch candy. Hopefully, he has found a new home and isn't on his way back to our house.