LAST EPISODE????

I thought I was done with mice  I thought I'd sent the message loud and clear that I would not tolerate their wanton trespassing into my home.  I guess that's what I get for thinking.

Last week, feeling a little peckish, I went to the pantry to grab a granola bar.  I reached into the box and pulled one out and without looking began to open the wrapper but then noticed this:

I was not a happy camper and immediately set in action a plan that was sure to catch the little culprit.

I put the granola bar in a box and then placed a glue trap right in front.  Genius.  

Ian and I went away for the weekend to a attend a wedding and as soon as I arrived home I immediately checked the pantry and this is what I found....

the trap gone and the box chewed through in one corner.

I turned the pantry upside down looking for that mouse and the trap.  I searched in vain.   

I called Kere and asked if maybe she or Matthew had found it and disposed of it.  She told me that she had gone into the pantry to get a new box of cereal and had heard something scurrying around so she hightailed it out of there.

Thanks Kere.

All week long it has bothered me.  I have taken a flashlight and checked every nook and cranny of that room.  Where on earth could it have gone?   If I hadn't taken pictures to document it, I would have thought that maybe I had imagined putting the trap there.  It was kind of freaking me out.  

Tonight while watching TV I caught a whiff of something rather unpleasant.  We pulled the sofa away from the wall and while the odour increased, we couldn't see anything.  We turned the sofa upside down and there, stuck to the bottom of the sofa was the glue trap, dead mouse and all.  Yuck!

Somehow the mouse had managed to make it across the pantry room floor and under the door to the family room...

and then under the sofa.

Hopefully this is the last episode of the "Mouse Wars".