"Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse"

Well that is soooo not the case at our house.

Last night as I finished my nightly internet scan I noticed something out of the corner of my eye run across the floor. Now, normally I wouldn't have been so spooked but considering that in the six months we've lived here that we've dealt with a snake, a scorpion, and 10 million huge spiders I immediately panicked. I guess it shouldn't have been such a surprise to add rodents to that list.

Stewart Little has most definitely moved in, he made a few more appearances tonight. Our dog who weighs all of 9 lbs yet thinks he's a rottweiler is always up for a fight.....well unless we actually need him. What did he do to protect his momma? He darted to the bedroom and scooted under the bed, why of course. My dog, my hero.

So now that our first form of rodent control isn't obvisiously working we're forced to get something else. As an animal lover I want to get a humane trap and set it free once it's caught, out into the open field next to our house. But that small object of a brain that I've managed to grow in my head over the past 21 years tells me to kill it so that it doesn't just come back home. Rudy wants to get one of those sticky things but I just think that's horrible. The thought of little Stewie suffering in a garbage bag for three or four days before he finally dies just seems harsh. I say make it fast and to the point. Make it so he never knows what hit him (or his neck I guess I should say).

I do feel bad about it. They are pretty cute. But they are also dirty. I wish he hadn't come into my house. I wish I wasn't laying awake a night waiting for the SNAP.