There’s a mouse in my house.

Scritch. Scratch. Eekity-eek. Those are just a few of the sounds that any homeowner never wants to hear. Unfortunately for Kendall and I, we just recently had fallen victim to a horror that every homeowner is bound to face during their time of home ownership: the sound of the feet of little mice having the nerve to deem your new home theirs as well. Of course, I didn’t think of this at the time, but as excited as I was for the seasons to change to the fall weather, I didn’t think about the fact that there might be little critters that want to find some place warm to camp out.

We have yet to cement in the four massive holes on the sides of our house where the beams were placed as our house was moved. Even though we have done our best to temporarily seal those holes from the outside elements, it seems as though the little critters have outsmarted us. For a whole entire week and a half, checking the mouse traps just became a part of my morning routine. Without fail, there would be a little mouse stuck to our glue boards that we strategically placed in our construction zone of a kitchen.

Just when I thought I killed off the little family of mice, my absolute nightmare came true: the mice migrated into our bedroom. I realized that these filthy creatures had made their pilgrimage when I shot straight up from a dead sleep one night, only to hear a scuffle going on underneath our bed. I tried to be brave and tell myself that I was just imagining things, but I awoke the next morning to find little pieces of evidence left behind.

Now, I was just coming to terms with the fact that I had some little critters gallivanting around in my living room at night, but when you come into my room, well that’s a whole other ball game. I had to declare war. I placed my traps slightly behind our matching end tables, adjacent to our pillows. I hadn’t even gone to sleep yet, and my paranoia was raging. I wasn’t about to let a mouse run across my face in the middle of the night, so I made my sweet Kendall put our pillows at the foot of the bed.

Once night time came, I prayed a desperate prayer for protection. This isn’t the way I wanted to go; it can’t end this way for me. After a few hours of a light sleep, I awoke to tiny, screeching cries for help. I had done it; I had duped the mouse into stepping onto the sticky trap, and his little miserable life was about to come to an end.

Seconds after my little moment of victory, reality hit me again once I realized that I was now responsible for removing this doomed critter from our bedroom. In a pitiful attempt not to wake my husband, I gave myself a little pep talk, grabbed a flashlight and some gloves and ran like it was my job with that little sticky trap into the kitchen. That’s when I had to worry about trying not to wake up the wiener dog, so I scurried around in the dark a little more to find a bucket to drown my little furry enemy. Once the deed had been done, I crawled back into bed, my heart racing, but relieved to finally feel a sense of calm. I think I definitely earned my man card that night.

Just after I was done celebrating myself for being a hero, I heard more critter noises coming from my closet. It was as though the whole mouse clan was outraged at the fallen victim, so they did everything they could to keep me from sleeping. For the rest of my miserable night, I laid wide awake with my self-defense mode on mega high. Dark pangs of revenge flooded my thoughts, and I vowed to bring an end to all of these little mice staking a claim in our home. I wonder if I’ll ever get a good night’s sleep ever again?


In total, I know that I killed well over 20 mice. After a few weeks the sounds of little mice feet scurrying about finally went away and now the only reason I have to wake up in the middle of the night now is from Kendall talking in his sleep. I still have little boobie traps rigged all over the house, just in case a little mouse declares war once again. But this time, I’ll be ready.

Our doors are open and you are always welcome… the mice are gone so it won’t be weird, I promise.

*This blog post was featured in the Newton Now newspaper and you can check it out online at: 

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