Today I caught a mouse. No, that is not right.
Today, a sticky trap put down last night, had a mouse stuck to it.
I woke at 5 and thought it too early to get up officially, but remembered the sticky trap and got up to see if the trap had induced a poor mouse into the black square.
Turning the light on; holding my breath, I stared at the trap. Yes, there was a mouse thrashing about getting more stuck!
What to do? A quick decision was made. Go back to bed and sleep until a normal hour arrived to get up and surely the mouse would have a heart attack and die.
Back to bed. My eyes popped wide open. I could not go to sleep and leave a mouse alive in my kitchen.
What to do? My neighbor had just caught four in her house and was washing everything in sight. She gets up early, I thought. Yes, I would text her and ask her what to do.
I texted her.
Finally an answer came. She suggested throwing paper bags over it and wait until after church and we would do something then. She did not say what the “something” was going to be.
So, yes, I got up and got dressed for church. I felt a little hungry however the question was could I go in the kitchen with the stuck mouse; throw paper bags on it to cover it up and then prepare breakfast.
I sat down in the family room and thought about this. In good conscience I did not think I could carry out these trappings of normalcy. There was nothing normal about this morning. Never in all my years have I awakened the find a stuck mouse in my kitchen. Not only that but he looked at me. How could I cover a live mouse; prepare food and eat; go to church in good faith with a stuck mouse alive in my kitchen?
Well, I thought, no one is coming to see me who would not be afraid of a mouse; my daughter is miles away; my son died and he is probably up in heaven laughing at me and my live stuck mouse problem.
Therefore, I screwed up my courage; passed through the kitchen to the garage and retrieved the mop bucket.
Tiptoed back into the kitchen so as not to scare the little stuck mouse; filled the bucket with water and put it on the floor.
Under the sink were my yellow rubber gloves so I opened up the cabinet and got out my gloves.
How do you pick up a sticky mouse trap without becoming stuck? And by now the mouse is watching me with some curiosity.
Did I have the heart to drown the mouse? It had dropped poop all over my counter and stove top but maybe it was just hungry. Could I then eat and go to church feeling good about murdering the baby mouse?
So without thinking to much longer because time was running out to eat and go to church and tine was running out for the poor baby mouse.
Putting on the gloves, I gingerly folded the second half of the sticky mouse trap over on to the mouse. He squirmed around trying to get loose, his eyes frantic. I quickly dropped him into the bucket and strangely enough watched as he tried to stay afloat to no avail. The squirming stopped.
I did not eat breakfast. I forgot I had made coffee and I proceeded to church.
A minister whom I had never met before came over and spoke to my neighbor and me. He asked how we were doing and after a few nothing sentences about nothing I asked him if he would pray for my mouse.
He said he and his wife had the same problem, that is a mouse in the house; that the sticky pads had not worked for him but I think he indicated that they trapped the mouse and either broke the neck; threw it in the trash alive and other inhuman actions toward their mouse. I promptly told him he was not helping and asked him to again pray for me and the mouse.
He never answered.
What do you do with a live stuck mouse on a sticky pad in your kitchen early on a Sunday morning?