I bought different kinds of traps and set them up in the kitchen. A few hours later we heard, “SQUEEK, SQUEEK!" We'd caught it.
Next I'm hearing Adam say, “Awww, Anna, it's so cute...is there any way we can get it off the sticky paper? Rescue it and let it go?" Poor Adam instantly felt bad for that little rodent, with its pink tail and big black eyes. You could say it had him at “squeak."
“It's so scared, I feel bad, " he continued on. And there we sat on the floor with the mouse, trying to determine its quick and humane disposal. Could we put it in a bag and let it pass out? Should we run over it with the car? How about we put it outside for a cat? (Obviously that would cause all kinds of trouble with the sticky paper. So that was out.) Adam even called his MOTHER to explain our situation. She told us to smack it with a piece of wood.
In the end, we put the poor thing in a bag so we couldn't see it and Adam took it outside and dropped a brick on it. Twice. Just to make sure.
You may think us silly. And part of me thinks so too. But I love that Adam was worried about the mouse. I'm glad he has a good heart and wants to do things quickly and humanely. And in this case, I also think it's cute he called his mom.
Little did I know, his mom thought Adam's concern was endearing and a little humorous too. While the family was in Kansas for Thanksgiving she told everyone our mouse story and bought us this Christmas ornament in memoriam of our little mouse.
And that is how our new Christmas Mouse came to be.
