there's a mouse in my house!

i think.

so last night, i'm on the phone unloading my day when across the room i see my mom waving her arms wildly and pointing down at my feet.

i know my toenail polish is badly chipped, but is that sort of reaction really necessary?

apparently some animal scurried behind my feet while i was chatting away. she thought it was a mouse. so we traipsed across town to buy traps at 10:30pm. we filled the little covered ones with peanut butter and laid out some plain old vats of poisonous glue. and then we went to bed with high hopes of our trapping ability.

the traps were empty and untripped this morning. i asked for confirmation.

"was it furry?"

"i think so."

"what color was it?"

"dark brown, i think."

"did it waddle like a rodent?"

"i don't think so. i don't remember it having legs."

"did it have a tail?"

"not that i remember."

do you see what i'm seeing? an awful lot of "i think so" comments, and not that much confirmation.

so now we think it was some other type of creature minding its own business. but that doesn't exactly make me happy to think of walking in my kitchen in bare feet. and there is nothing more depressing than having to wear shoes in one's own kitchen.

i hope we catch whatever it was soon. or that it at least relocates. permanently.