The Orkin man was nice, but the Musick men are ruthless

Update on the mice issue.

I found them. Yes, I said THEM. I went in to Sophia's bedroom today, intending on putting away all of her nicely folded clothes that I left laying on the floor from last night. I emptied the drawers of her dresser, since they were still full of blankets, and when I got to the last one, they ran out. I saw two, and I think I ran just as fast as them. We left the house until the Orkin man came in the afternoon.

The Orkin man came. Nice guy. He put 12 traps in our house. I wasn't too thrilled with the traps though. They were those kind that are sticky, so the mouse sticks to them and basically panics itself to death. They're very safe around kids, I know, but something about being able to see a live mouse or hear one die wasn't too thrilling to me. But whatever. We have a year-long service agreement with Orkin, so whatever they do it fine with me.

I asked Brett to clean out the last drawer of Sophia's dresser for me, which he bravely did. He said he took everything out and left three mice running around in the bottom drawer. They had chewed through one of Sophia's fleece blankets, so we threw that one away. Every time we throw something away, I just see $$$ down the drain. We ended up packing Sophia's room with mice traps, stuffing towels under the door, and leaving for another few hours in hopes that some of them would run in to the traps by the time we got home.

Brett's parents actually met us when we did get home. They were in Indy buying a new car, which I'll get to see someday but the evening was just getting exciting. Brett and his dad went in to Sophia's room to salvage any mouse traps that may have been occupied, and the next thing we hear is a bunch of pounding and yelling. They ended up finding the mama mouse in the top drawer of Sophia's dresser, nursing 3 or 4 baby mice. Lovely! They tried to let the mice go out the bedroom window, but they ended up scattering. With the help of a Maglite flashlight and some good aim with their feet, they ended up killing 5 - yes count them 5 - of the mice in the family. UGH...totally gives me the willies. Brett's parent's left, and we all felt victorious, but Brett ended up back in the bedroom chasing down a crafty adult mouse that just wouldn't give in. So we know we still have one running around somewhere. Let's hope we catch it during the night.