Houdini

We hadn't caught anything in the traps we had set up for almost a week. Then one night, I get up at around 2:30 a.m. Matt was still up playing geeky computer games. As I walk toward the bathroom, I noticed Matt is standing in the kitchen staring at a certain corner that I can't see from where I am standing.

Matt is sort of laughing and sort of cringing. He tells me to look around the corner to see what he is looking at. I instantly know we had caught a mouse and wanted to run the opposite direction and never look. For some reason, instead, I was compelled to look much like rubber-neckers at a car accident.

I see a mouse in the midst of an epic struggle to get off the glue trap. He appears to be doing frantic push-ups to free himself. I can almost hear him hyperventilating. It was horrible and forever burned into my mind.

I turned away in disgust, horror and panic. I tell Matt to take the mouse out of the apartment immediately but Matt had the bright idea of waiting to take out the mouse in the morning when it had worn itself out a bit and would be struggling less.

We went to bed where I imagined the mouse crawling into the bedroom with the glue trap stuck to itself and rage in it's eyes. Finally, I fell asleep but it definitely took over an hour to calm myself down enough to do so.

The next morning Matt got up and walked into the kitchen. All I hear him say is, " oh no..."

I am not sure what to think aside from the fact that there might be six mice piled onto the trap.

I peer into the kitchen to find the glue trap half-way across the kitchen floor. It is empty. All that is left is fur and poop.

The mouse had escaped. All we could do was pray that he did not have a vendetta against us.

The mysterious and sticky mouse, who lurks in our apartment somewhere, waiting for his chance to bite our faces when we sleep, is now referred to as Houdini.