Save us, Orkin man

So, our little visitor is back. After not seeing or hearing the mouse for a few days, I had resolved to the idea that the little guy had heard the call of the wild and returned to the meadows and woods behind our house. Not so.

My friend, Sarah, came to help me unpack more boxes today. I almost have ALL the clothes in our closet now, and since we don't have any dressers, that a pretty big ordeal. In the middle of unpacking a bag of shoes, I noticed that there was a bunch of little torn up pieces of paper towel scattered around the bag. Hmmm. Not two days ago, I unpacked a box that contained said roll of paper towels and noticed that IT had pretty much been torn to shreds. Looks like our little friend was ripping through paper towels and transporting them to the shoe bag where he made a nice little nest of a home in one of Brett's old tennis shoes. EEEEWWWWWW. I threw out Brett's shoes, as I wasn't even going to attempt salvaging them. Sarah took Chlorox to the bag in hopes of removing any mouse remnant.

And now, while I was doing some work on my laptop in the living room, I saw a little flash of black run behind the television. Two minutes later, I was on the phone with the Orkin people, asking if I could make an appointment for tomorrow. I didn't care if it was 10:30 at night. We purchased some big year-long service plan with them that covered any pest or rodent that comes in to our house, so I'm hoping we nail the little guy. So now, I know we probably brought the little bugger from storage to come live with us in our house when we transported all of our boxes. Argh.

In our first apartment, Brett and I had problems with mice, ground squirrels, and snakes, and even since, I've had this vendetta about getting rid of pests. They aren't meant to live in the same space as humans, and with a toddler around, I'm especially modivated to rid our house of anything small and darting. So be warned, small field mouse. Both me and the Orkin man are after you. Run while you still can.