Three ways to deal with a mouse
One way One morning at the cottage, I was still in bed when the cats came chasing through the bedroom. I paid attention fast. Sit up. Listen. Watch. See what is happening. Fun and games or… something else? Uh oh. Something else altogether. A chase, a real chase. Two cats after one mouse. Now I could make out the squeaking, squealing of the poor little rodent. And then, before I knew what I was doing, I heard myself squeal, too. “Ewwwww. Val!!!!! It’s a mouse. ” And I scooted further up into the bed, away from the sides. (Oh boy. Talk about reacting like a cartoon female, but it happened before I knew what I was doing; don’t judge. I’m still trying to forgive myself.) Val corralled the mouse, trapped it in a jar, and took it outside — back to nature where it belonged. Another way One evening at the cottage, again, there was a noise. No squealing this time, but a sort of tiny rattling. I heard it, but it was Val who walked into the kitchen and saw a mouse scrabbling down the microwa...