Goin' Huntin'

Yesterday with everything that was going on (Jesse going away for a week for work, Colton's first day of kindergarten, and now this) I didn't have time to stop by Ace to pick up anything for this issue. Actually I was secretly hoping it would disappear on its own, but it never works that way! What is my issue (as if the picture didn't give it away)? A mouse.
Cute? Ooooooh, Noooooo! I think diseased, Hanta virus ridden rodent. I think I have it trapped in our old bedroom upstairs since yesterday. Unfortunately that is where all of my clothes are and (as if this is a shocker to my family) and piles of laundry that have not made it to the laundry room and I refuse to bring into my nice, clean new bedroom. So any time that I want to get dressed I have to go into the dreaded room, like pajamas last night and getting dressed this morning. My dog is not a "mouser" so even when I send her in there before me, she won't save me from the mouse.I saw is this morning and screamed so loud, jumped on said pile of laundry and Colton came running in the room, squealing with delight "Yea, I think you saw the mouse!!!" (huh, what was your first clue? He apparently does not realize how horribly disgusting they are.) And now I see what it (hopefully there's only one) has eating... hmm someone left a protein, superbar in their pant pocket. So not only am I just going after a mouse, but a SuperMouse hopped up on protein.

So this is my defense. I am determined to get this little varmint. Why do I feel this is turning into a weird version of Elmer Fudd vs. Tom and Jerry? Wish me luck!!!