The one with the mouse

I don't know if I have ever mentioned it on this blog before, but there is a mouse in my house. Or I should say there WAS a mouse in my house.
For the past year my roommates and I were trying to figure out how to humanely and safely get rid of this mouse. Well yesterday I got rid of it.
Now this mouse has a tendency to come and leave little mouse dropping everywhere and in general create messes in the sink if we don't do the dishes before bed. This is also the same mouse that scared the crap out of me two weeks ago. The little bugger was hiding in a cabinet and popped out at me when I opened the door.
Now I may act all tough and non-girly most of the time, but drop an insect or bug or rodent near me and I scream like the dickens.
On Saturday night, I will admit I had put off doing the dishes for a while, the mouse did his nightly wanderings and somehow made it into one of our very tall glasses in the sink. Now I could hear him scrambling around, but I just thought he was in the sink. Until I called my girlfriend up and told her to stay on the phone while I checked-yes she is 3,000 miles away but its the point of the matter!!!!!!!
Sure enough this is when I discovered the mouse was not only in my glass, but also trapped in there!!! GROSSS!!! So what does a girl do? She flips out of course. I called Quinn, but that didnt help, so then I started texting ALL of my male friends to come and get this mouse. Oh did I mention it was 1am in NY at the time? Yeah none of my male friends were awake. So I did what any normal girl does and left it in there and figured I would make Quinn take care of it in the morning.
So I grabbed the dog and went to bed. I woke up the next morning to find it DEAD in the glass. NOT COOL! So I tried to take care of the situation by myself. HA HA Yeah I knew that wasnt going to work.
So I did what I always do when I am in trouble. I texted Zack. God love him, he is one of the greatest men alive. Yes I am dating Quinn but that man does not get up before 1pm on the weekend and I wanted that damn mouse out of my house ASAP.
So I literally sent Zack a text that asked him if he does mouse problems. I love his back "do you mean computer ones or Tom and Jerry?" Of course I mean Tom and Jerry but I didnt know if he was a squimish guy. Thank god he is NOT squimish.
So he came over got the guts (oh did I fail to mention that somehow the mouse drowned in the glass, where the water came who knows, and somehow the guts of the mouse were outside of its body?) of the mouse out of the sink, took the mouse out of my house and then proceeded to wash the dishes and anything else the mouse might have come into contact with. What a great guy!!!!!!!!
Yep, so I promised to feed him because of all this. So we are going to this little Mexican restaurant in East Syracuse that I have wanted to try for a while.



Moral of the story: I hate mice!!!!