There's a mouse in this house.
We live in the country, so I'm not surprised, but every once in a while I can hear it.
The scurrying is getting to me. The fact that I've been outsmarted by a mouse is even worse.
We had two in the past six months- they creep in through open doors and basement windows- but this is too much for me. I don't like mice, even when they've been dubbed with cute names like Nikolai, Malachi and Ron. I don't want to hurt it, but I'm running out of ways to catch it.
I'm pretty sure humans are supposed to outsmart mice, not the other way around.
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