There’s a Mouse in the House

I was woken up last night by a strange sound. It sounded as though metal was being scrunched, like someone was twisting an empty pop can. I listened very carefully for a few moments. The sound stopped. I lay still on my bed and looked at the clock. It was 2:30 a.m.

The noise started back up again. I tried to think about what it could be. I then remembered that I had left  a cookie sheet with a piece of tinfoil on top of the oven after dinner last night. I had cooked pork and pieces of the meat had stuck to the aluminum foil.

I got up, turned on the lights, and slowly made my way to the kitchen. I didn’t want to unexpectedly corner a wild animal.

When I got closer to the oven, I saw that that the tinfoil was crumpled up and parts of it were missing. I moved the oven and checked the cupboards. I didn’t see any other signs of creatures. I’m going to have to check more again today, but I am pretty sure that there are mice in the house.

I had a hard time getting back to sleep after that. I kept thinking about all the things a mouse could get into. My cereal is in plastic tubs so that should be okay. But I didn’t want to have to throw out the food in my cupboard because mice had gotten into it.

I managed to get back to sleep because at that point in the night, there was really nothing else I could do.

I went out to go buy some mouse traps today. I hate having to do that. But I also can’t be operating a mouse hotel.

I made the mistake of going to a large chain store. You know, the kind that sells everything. I walked by the toy department and saw a kid carrying this game.

I thought, sure but it real life, it’s not that fun.