We became so secure that the mouse problem was over that we stopped checking the traps entirely.
One evening, I got home from the gym and was starving. I went to the fridge to put together a delicious meal for dinner. I am clumsy so I dropped some stuff from the fridge onto the floor. I picked it up and put it back in the fridge. Then I caused a ziplock bag of Canadian bacon to fall out onto the floor.
It got stuck to the edge of the glue trap we had under the fridge. I pulled the bag causing the glue trap to slide out from under the fridge and to my horror, the trap wasn't empty.
I had sandwich mouse dejavu all over again. I screamed my head off and then gagged a million times.
I then immediately called Matt, who has this special way of being out of the apartment when I have these encounters, and asked if he was close enough to come deal with the problem.
He could not return to the apartment until much later.
I sucked it up and pushed the writing mouse stuck in the glue trap a few inches away from the fridge so I could shut the fridge door yet again.
It looked like this mouse had really been struggling much longer than the first mouse. He seemed groggy and put up far less of a fight. He didn't make a peep.
Fortunately, I had save the cardboard box from the sandwich mouse and put that over the mouse. I then put the kitchen stool on top of the box.
I figured if it escaped it would have a chance to replenish eating the Canadian bacon that was stuck to it and then turn into Mighty Mouse and lift the box off of itself.
I then left the apartment for the evening.
When Matt and I arrived home, Matt had to get rid of the mouse. He decided it would be really funny to try to shove the mouse in my face. It was definitely still moving. I trapped myself in the study where Matt tried to get in to further torture me.
I ended up calling my mother because I knew if I had her on the phone, Matt would behave himself. It worked and Matt reluctantly took our little friend down to the dumpster.
We named him Kevin Bacon, appropriately, except this time he was not so
footloose.
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