On Tuesday, I started noticing mouse poop in my dresser (again). I cleaned it out and told Paris, the girl who cleans the cottage. "Paris, I have a mouse."
She answers matter of factly, "Yes."
I said, "You know I have a mouse?"
"Yes, I saw it running around yesterday."
"Okay. If I have a mouse, please kill it."
"Yes."
Later, we looked all over the room and house. No mouse.
That night, around 10, I was reading and heard a noise in my dresser. I called Drew. He and Amy came over. We searched the dresser. Well, he searched while Amy and I stood on the couch. Then, we saw it run to a corner. I go brave and stood at the door with a broom in case it ran out. Drew tried to jab it with a broom. He missed, the mouse ran. . . across my toes! I screamed and jumped and almost had a heart attack.
We searched all over outside my room. No mouse.
Finally, they left. I went to bed. At around 3 am, I am pretty sure that mouse was on my bed. I jumped up and stood on my couch again for about 15 minutes - eyes open wide.
Finally, I could not stand it any longer and got back in bed. But, I slept with the lights on. The next morning, I found more poop in the dresser.
Paris and I tore open the room again. No mouse. She explained that the mouse "is sleeping up up up" She looked at the ceiling. (Not sure how it gets up there.)
Yesterday, I decided that I was tired of the mouse. I asked Beatrace to send the cat over after dark. James and Moses brought over an unhappy cat around 9:00. I locked it in my room for an hour. There was wailing and hissing and crying. But when I opened the door, she was just sleeping and there was no mouse.
I left it in the house, just to roam around at night and leave a cat smell to scare off the mouse.
This morning at 5 am, I heard a terrible panicked screaming coming from Anna. I bolted from bed and rushed in the room.
Her net was down and she was screaming! The cat was also screaming and running around the room.
I scooped up Anna who was actually shaking. Then I rushed out and opened the front door so the cat could run out - still wailing.
After I go Anna to calm down, she started repeating over and over, "The cat wants to sleep on Anna's legs. The cat wants to sleep on Anna's legs."
I am pretty sure the mouse was watching all of this and just laughing at us!
