
On July 4th I was tasked with catching the mouse in the house! It surprised me once, and by the time I started chasing it, it had too much of a head start. But I’m gonna find you, mousy. Here, mousy, mousy…
I’m half dachshund, and we are badger hunters! Mice are more in Xena’s area of expertise, cause schnauzers are ratters. But I saw this one first and it’s gonna be MINE!
The problem is, I haven’t seen that mouse at all since then. Maybe she knows she’s dead meat if I get her! She’s been eating our coconut oil toothpaste, the stuff Mom mixes with Neem oil to brush our teeth. Grrrrr. Oh, and now Mom’s been referring to the mouse as “she” because “she” is so darn smart (sorry, guys)! Mom moved our coconut oil toothpaste to the very top of the stack dryer. Shoot, even she can barely get to it there! And guess what? Part of it was gone the next morning! How the dickens is this mouse getting to these places? And why isn’t it getting trapped? This time the mouse slammed the door on the trap shut on it’s way out!
She ate all the “toothpaste” in the trap again a few nights ago plus shut the trap door on her way out again! The other two traps broke trying to catch that darn mouse. She keeps going in them and eating our coconut oil and walking back out. At least she has good manners and shuts the trap door behind her!

“You won’t believe what she did the other night while we were asleep! She got on the stovetop and into the trap that had her favorite coconut oil. The door closed with her in the trap. She banged against the inside of the trap until it bounced off the stove. Then she kept banging against the inside of it until it was partway across the room. Then she got the door at the other end – the door only people are supposed to be able to pull off to release the mouse in the wild – lifted up out of it’s groove and walked away! (after she ate the coconut oil.)
My folks are about to look for another humane way of catching her. If that fails, well, there’s always the jaws of death. No! Not mine! (unless I catch her first) An old fashioned mouse trap. Mousie will die. Mom will cry. And then I will have failed. But it will be over.
Now the back of the trap is sealed with clear packing tape so mousy poo (yep, it poos a lot) can’t escape that way. But who woulda thought she could do that in the first place!?

Rubber bands are around the outside of the trap and hooked on each side to the burner grates on the stove. Hopefully, that will keep the trap from being bounced to the edge and off the stove top. More coconut oil is in it. We will know tomorrow if she took the bait again, or if she learned not to go into it. Mom’s also gonna place one in the bathroom. She’s heard mousy poo rustling around in there during the night.
This is your last chance, Miss Mousy Poo. Git out while the gittin’ is still good.
Chia, your arch nemesis.

In case you’re wondering, this is what the trap looks like.





































































