The Mouse

 Opening the cupboard under the sink this morning, I'm almost certain I saw a mouse. 

It didn't compute at first. I live on the second floor. 

I'm also fastidious about not leaving food, or rubbish about in the cupboards, and this cupboard is the one where I keep my booze and the cleaning products. And yes, there is probably some risk keeping the gin next to the Drano, but I'm an adult and it's how I roll. 

Now, I'm not scared of mice, far from it. Just as I'm not scared of roaches, which can be dealt with by being doused in Mortein, my practical brain takes over and the critter gets dealt with swiftly. I'm even learning do sort out huntsman spiders. I still hate the fuckers, but I'm not afraid to get out the bug spray and kill the ozone layer as the last skerrick's of life leave the spider's carcass. 

Mice are another matter. 

They're bigger than bugs. 

And how do you get rid of them?

And yes, I have a cat, but would he know what to do with a mouse? It could go both ways. He could be 1) like our old cat Mystery, who would play with the mouse for hours - it was her most favourite toy when she found a mouse. 2) He could be like Meggsy who we sent in after Mystery got bored to sort the bugger out. One look at the mouse and it was dead in seconds. Or 3) it could be like my neighbour's old cat, who used to bring in rats to the stairwell and surgically eviscerate the buggers, leaving the body flayed and the stairs looking like his own dissection room. 

I'd prefer it if the cat would just kill the bugger and be done. 

Knowing my cat, he'd just look at it and let it round about the place, not lifting a claw. 

I took him into the kitchen to look at the cupboard, but as I'd woken him from a nap, we wasn't bemused. 

Since this sighting, I've been looking into the cupboard - I've not seen it since. And before opening it, I make a bit of noise - you know, run the taps and clatter around in the sink. 

And yes, I'm clearing out the cupboard, having a good look at what is going on and bleaching it out over the weekend.

And maybe looking into ethical mousetraps, as I don't want to use Ratsack and traditional traps are cruel. 

It's hard being an adult sometimes. 

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