Mouse Update

Here's an update on the mice situation in our house:


When I last posted, here is where we left things with the mouse discovered in our basement: as you may remember, Ethan came face to face with the invader.  With nothing nearby but a toilet plunger to try and trap the critter, he wound up bonking it twice before it scuttled off behind the washing machine, never to be seen again.

However, never to be seen again certainly does not mean never to be SMELLED again.  Clearly, the creature scampered into the little hole underneath the dryer vent and died in the wall, because within a few days we all started noticing an ungodly scent in the downstairs bathroom.  A few days after that, the scent became gag-inducing.  In fact, the only member of the Rowe household who will even use that bathroom at the moment is Ethan, who does not have the super-keen sense of smell that we Rowe ladies have.

Interestingly, though, I am the only one avoiding the bathroom because of the smell.  While the kids loathe the smell as well, their main reason for boycotting the bathroom is their terror of the dead mouse.  Because apparently dead mice can come back to life and inflict some major zombie-style mouse vengeance or something.  Julia has woken me up on multiple occasions in the middle of the night, terrified that a mouse is going to crawl into her bed and on her face.  Several days ago, the household was awoken to the sound of Julia screaming my name from her bed at 5am. 

What, you might wonder, was worth waking the whole household over at that hour?  Oh, just the dead mouse she saw in her bed.  Except the dead mouse was actually this:

Rarity.  The most glamorous and fashionable of all My Little Ponies, and the pony least likely to ever be equated with a dead mouse. 

Anyway, the last two nights have been pretty quiet, so hopefully Julia is getting over her fear.  On the other hand, during a play-date today at our house, she and her friend gave her room a total makeover, and I'm sure this won't be an impetus on her falling asleep AT ALL:

Yeah.  In the dark those streamers won't look like mouse tails dangling from the ceiling or anything. 

All I can hope now is that the smell will finally clear out of our bathroom and that the mice will live in fear forever more of the toilet-plunger man, and will halt any further attempts to enter our house.