For the record, I did NOT take this picture - nor did any of my roommates. That is the beauty for google image my friend.
Yes, we have a mouse in the house. It has been up for debate for about a week now whether or not this creature was residing in our home. Brooke had thought she had seen it about a week ago. However, lack of substantial evidence made me, Kenzi and April doubt it's existence - and also question Brooke's sanity (kidding).
A couple of days ago we discovered our first clue that we had an unwanted tenant. A cookie wrapped in plastic wrap sat on our counter overnight. In the morning, the plastic wrap had been chewed through - by something very small. Still, this one clue didn't fully convince us that this mouse existed.
Until yesterday morning when April turned on the kitchen light and saw a small mouse dart across our counter and scurry down behind the stove. Immediate action would be required. Brooke purchased a mouse trap:
Mackenzi chlorox beached the counters and all surfaces of our kitchen:
We named him Gus and welcomed him to met his death:
We chose to place the trap by the fridge. Brooke's first sighing of Gus was running behind the fridge. We thought it would be the appropriate place to find him.
I tossed and turned last night afraid of the scene that I would most definitely wake up to this morning. And sure enough, this morning, there was a dead mouse trapped by the mouse trap lying on the floor. SICK!
So, I need a man to come clean him up. Who wants to volunteer their husband?