Fievel Goes East

This morning while checking email I found out that I wasn't home alone after all. Fievel has headed east...far east to downtown Silver Spring. I saw him scurry through the living room, pause for a second to make eye contact with me, and scurry onward into the mixing bowl of TV wires. I swear I saw him smile with my ear-splitting proclamation of "OH. MY. GOD."

I can handle ants, I can handle small spiders, but I can't handle unwanted mammals. Thank goodness I didn't see a cockroach, but mice rank second in terms of the shudder factor. After my basement roommate came upstairs to see what the yelling was about, I headed to Strosnider's to pick up some mouse traps...the friendly ones. I couldn't bear the thought of sleeping and being woken up to the snap of a traditional mouse trap and then go find Fievel (and quite possibly friends) bloodied and broken on my floor. NO, thank you.

Instead, I spent an extra couple of bucks on these catch and release bad boys. I hope Fievel and friends like Jiff Extra Crunchy peanut butter. I took my two traps to the kitchen and placed a generous spoonful of peanut butter in each before treating myself to a spoonful. I texted one of my friends to tell him that I decided to use peanut butter in the traps and he replied with "Ha, don't you eat the mouse trap!" Jeez, people. I am a fan of the midnight snack, but I'm not that bad!

Check out Fievel's soon-to-be traveling case. It's only about four inches wide by five inches long, but for Fievel, it'll be quite roomy and has the promise of a free continental breakfast. I've decided that upon capture, I will be taking Fievel with me to Chevy Chase to release him to greener pastures.