It was a lovely afternoon. It was very unseasonably warm for Chicago. I got home from Church and found a quiet and peaceful house. Perfect, I had some things I needed to work on.
After about 45 minutes I decided it was time for some food, so I scrounged around in the fridge and found my left overs from last night's Kuma's Corner. So good. Just as I was about to put it in the microwave, Nelly comes out of her room and says, "Do you hear that?" I look at her and ask, "Um, the microwave? Cause I hear that."
"No," she says, "the chirping."
I was quiet for a second. Then I moved my foot and the floor squeaked. I looked at her questioningly. She shook her head.
Then I heard it. A chirp. And again. And again. What was that? After some ridiculous brainstorming and a bit of fun, we decided that maybe we had a bird in the house? I told Nelly that I was going to look for it. Good thing I had my head lamp.
After I told Nelly to close all the doors to the kitchen, she made sure to close herself out of the kitchen. I guess she doesn't like things flying at her. I checked the cabinet it was coming from and didn't find anything. I moved the fridge and didn't find anything, except a bunch of dust. So I got out the broom and started sweeping up. My broom swept under the cabinet and caught on a spider trap. I knelt down to see what else was down there, and I saw another sticky trap. With a mouse!
Alive and crying for his life.
In the basement there are glue traps, and they are filled with spiders. I figured that is what these contraptions are: spider catchers. Spiders don't cry as they starve and won't smell after death.
What was I going to do?
Ugh, this is horrible.
I decided I would report to Nelly.
She informed me that these traps are intended to catch mice.
What? Seriously? This is a thing? It is horrible! It is horrible for the mouse, it is horrible for me, and it is horrible for the person I am going to call to exterminate. Where is Jesse Katsopolis the First Season when I need him?
I have a home teacher named Jesse. Maybe he is available to help me out.
I called him immediately.
Jesse answered but he wasn't able to come over for 2 hours.
I told him I looked forward to his coming.
I got off the phone, reported to Nelly, and then we heard the mouse squealing, squeaking, and crying.
My stomach dropped.
We couldn't wait two hours. There was no way I could sit there and listen to the painful and slow death of that mouse.
Ugh, so gross.
Then I remembered Matt! He lives around the corner, and most importantly he is online.
I picked up my computer: