A mouse has been leaving little droppings in our linen closet the past few weeks and I kept telling Ryan we had a little mouse guest. He wasn't convinced because they were smaller poops and said he's seen bugs leave those before...yeah! in PORTUGAL.
So tonight when I got home from my cooking class, I saw this lil mouse-atouille hanging out in the hall. EEEK! I remained calm long enough to grab the heaviest thing I could find to contain him - a 2 gallon glass jar.
If he wasn't so cute, he'd have been dead by now. Think Ryan will be convinced it was a mouse, yet?
****update**** I think the mouse was *stoned* from the pest control guy coming the week before, which would explain why the little thing didn't MOVE an inch when my hyperactive pup crossed his path and when I put the jar over him. We have a glue trap and a more humane plastic trap/contraption where we found the first droppings, so hopefully, mr. mouse was alone.