At this point Nick entered the room. He'd come from the bathroom where he had just given his two favorite fish their last rites - they were two of the fish who traveled with us from Chicago in a water pitcher. Sad, I know. Anyway, I pointed out the mouse and Nick, fish net in hand, asked, "What should we do?" So, I said, "Catch him in your fish net!" Now, this is where the hilarity began, although I doubt the little mouse would agree.
Picture Nick trying to scoop up a tiny mouse, while the mouse is running circles around the sink, dodging the net, hiding under the lip of the glass baking dish, hopping up and down, squeaking... This went on for a few minutes and at some point, Nick accidentally doused the poor thing with the scummy olive oil and lemon water. What a mess!
Then Nick grabbed a plastic bag, hoping to pick-up the mouse dog-poo-style. After a few attempts, it worked, only then the greasy, little mouse squirmed out of Nick's hand on to the floor and under the refrigerator!
Needless to say, I'm now a girl with a mission. The little mouse was cute and to be honest, I wouldn't mind all that much if he stopped by from time to time, but I know it doesn't work that way. I pulled out my steel wool and started plugging the gaps around my pipes under the sink and behind the stove. I Googled and learned that mice hate peppermint, cloves, cayenne and oddly, Bounce drier sheets. I have cloves; I have cayenne. And that's about when I thought it'd be a good idea to dust the floor around the stove and refrigerator with cayenne. In theory, it was a great idea, only now, the following afternoon, my sinuses are still draining!
In other news, I'll post soon about what I've been up to and will put up a photo or two.