This ginormous cast is seriously hampering my mouse-killing prowess. Joe said he heard a mouse in the downstairs bedroom and put a trap in there. Thanks to my current 'stair-challenged' state, I am also in the downstairs bedroom with the mouse and the mousetrap.
At three in the morning, I am awakened by the sound of the trap being drug underneath the bed. I think perhaps it is death throes and will soon stop. It does not. Whatever is in the trap slowly drags it in fits and starts from the foot end of the bed to the head end, hitting the metal frame with a loud "THROOOONGGGG", and smacking into various storage boxes of photos and writing files that are stored under the bed.
Every few minutes I pop on the flashlight and look for the source of the racket, thinking I can drag it out with a crutch and push it outside. As soon as the light beams under the bed, the thing stops moving.
When the light goes off, the slow dragging continues, now out from under the bed and across the floor...now almost to the door. I shine my light and our eyes meet. The largest mouse I have ever seen. A front paw firmly clamped by the trap, that was two sizes too small for the rodent it held.
I momentarily think of getting up and disposing of it myself, but suddenly realize that a mouse in a trap is moving much more quickly across the floor and into the living room than I can ever hope to beat with this foot wrapped in steel and bandages. So I yelled for Joe, who quickly let the thing go outside.
Got to give that mouse kudos for effort. I kind of hope he makes it, just, not back into the house...
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