I. FUCKING. HATE MICE.
Only two winters ago, I had a mouse problem in my room. In total, a family of 3 mice holed themselves up in my closet. I spent a number of uncomfortable nights on the couch. I thought it was over.
Fat chance.
Last night, I saw a particularly fat mouse run under my dresser. My reaction was to leave the room and barricade the door so it couldn't escape through the cracks. For all we know, it's still trapped in there, but I can't say for sure. Luckily, the Orkin man is able to make an emergency trip today. (I'd catch it myself, but I'm too much of a pussy to deal with mice.)
Here's something that makes me feel even more unsettled. It was a pretty big mouse, so I can't help but wonder if it was a pregnant female. I really hope that's not the case.
So, anybody want to share their experiences with mice in the house?