Update: Part Deux

So we caught The Mouse. This morning, I was sitting at my computer, waiting for Simon to get out of the shower and still in the "dammit-it's-morning-i-want-to-go-back-to-bed-i-don't-wanna-go-to-work-waaah" fog. I was barely aware of Simon leaving the bathroom and walking by me to get something from the pantry, when all of a sudden...


"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

...followed by Simon running back into the room, cowering on her chair and pointing back towards the kitchen.

"The Mouse...is on...the glue trap!"

Oh, boy. I get up and look. Yup, there he is. The Mouse. Terrorizer of Souls. Invader of Apartments. The embodiment of the Devil himself.

I thought he'd be bigger.

I went to investigate. The Mouse was maybe two inches long, stuck by three legs and a tail, and just about the cutest thing you'll ever see. He was clearly very upset about being stuck. Simon, a few feet behind me and hyperventillating was asking why he wasn't making any noise and that if he had made noise then she wouldn't have had such a close call so why wasn't it making noise DAMMIT! On cue, The Mouse piped up. When she was done screaming, and after she expressed her concern that The Mosue was going to chew off his legs and start his reign of terror all over again, I sent Simon out of the room.

I won't go through the details as to what happened to The Mouse afterwards as I do not want any PETA activists storming my blog. Suffice it to say I did not actively kill The Mouse but I am reasonably sure that The Mouse will not survive the day. He is no longer in the apartment and for my peace of mind, and most importantly Simon's, that is good enough to put aside my general unease at the idea of extinguishing the lives of innocent animals*. A moment of silence for The Mouse.

Now I just need to convince Simon that The Mouse does not have back up.

*Spiders are not innocent animals. Spiders are never innocent. They are hellspawn and they must die.