We found nothing....
The next day, hubby was working late in his office and he heard noises. Like the thump of a dogs tail. We don't have a dog.....
The next morning was chilly and the heat kicked on and a couple pieces of insulation with wood chips in it came up through the kitchen vent. I freaked out a little because I had just started reading My Fair Lazy and Jen had a RAT in her house! I tucked my pants into my socks.....
That night at dinner, Calvin told me that he had heard noises and I told him about the insulation so I made him call Justin our pest guy. Justin told Calvin about an animal super highway and that sometimes they aren't living in your house they are just passing through.
I'm now picturing a maze of roads running under my house...filled with little varmints. Two things....1.) not a good idea to tell your terrified wife what the pest guy says and 2.) ARE YOU FREAKING SERIOUS?
Over the weekend...I found a small amount of stuffing by the stairs that go to the basement. I showed it to Calvin and he said it was from a stuffed animal and I said I was suspicious that it is from our little *friend*. On Sunday night, I saw a small amount more on the couch where I spent the entire day in my PJs because it was my day.
Yesterday, the kids were
OH MY HELL!
I immediately called Calvin and told him what I'd found and that it was LIVING IN MY COUCH!! I also told him that he needed to come home and take this couch out of my house. He didn't not find that this was an emergency so I gathered up the children, my iPad, iPhone, a cooler full of snacks and I sought out the sanctuary of my bedroom.
The Panic Room!
We stayed in the Panic Room for 5 hours until Calvin decided to come home and remove the couch (and creature) from the house. I watched as he pushed it into the garage and nothing came out...except for Vivienne's Christmas Card.
I rearranged the furniture and tried to get comfortable in a new spot (since my old spot is now in the garage) and felt a little like Sheldon from The Big Bang Theory. And that's when it happened. The mouse ran across the family room from the love seat I was sitting on...to the entertainment center!
I jumped up on the back of the couch and screamed! WHAT THE HELL! Calvin went to the basement to retrieve the trap that Justin had left and placed it near the furniture. We spent the next two hours speculating what it was doing and where it was building it's nest.
Calvin thinks it's pregnant.
This morning...I'm reluctantly sitting at my desk in the family room and resisting the urge to retreat to The Panic Room. Calvin tells me that mice are nocturnal and won't be wandering the house during the day light.
I've named the mouse....Victoria. (twilight reference there in case you didn't catch it)
Also...in the not at all helpful category...Calvin told me a story about Kangaroo Mice and one that ran up his sleeping bag and he demonstrated ON ME with his hand. Try to sleep after that....
If you need me...I'll be in the Panic Room with my iPad and my stack of magazines. And some Sprite. And that's all I need. Well, maybe some jello.
This is also were I will be while I recuperate from my wisdom teeth being removed.