Scritch scritch scritch chew chew chew at 2 a.m. in a remote trailer can mean only one thing: I have a companion. I slipped out of my cozy sleeping bag in the general direction of the sound, and sure enough caught her plump body and beady little eyes in my headlamp just before she disappeared out the hole under the kitchen sink. Just her fleshy pink tail remained to taunt me. No steel wool around here, so I looked in the tool kit and selected a large hammer whose handle perfectly filled the hole. Jamming it in place, I hoped Mrs Mouse would be frustrated enough to give up.
No. Let us just say that guest Tricia and I, robbed of quality sleep, found Mouse’s tenacity aggravating. I would not be beyond killing an innocent creature if I had anything trap-like. Only three more nights to listen to her trying to get in…
I’ll keep my food in my car.
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