Jason’s Life

So it’s a typical night and I’m sitting on the couch with my attention firmly attached to the laptop in front of me trying to get some work done. I notice something zip across the room in my peripheral vision but pay no attention to it at first. In fact, it was sort of a strange experience because it was only after a few minutes had passed that I realised I don’t have any pets and I shouldn’t be expecting anything moving around. I stand up and take a glance around the room, nothing seems to be amiss so I do a quick check around the lights to see if maybe a moth came in… no luck.

I chalk it up to me being overly tired and return to the work at hand. About ten minutes later I have the same sensation that there’s something running across my floor. So I get up and take another glance around the apartment, everything appears to be fine so I sit back down on the coach and happen to glance directly accross the room. What do I find? But a little grey field mouse just sitting there staring at me from atop by subwoofer.

So after assessing what utensils I have available to me, I decide that my weapon of choice would be a disposable leftover container. Now I must admit at this point that I have never really had to catch a mouse before, and certainly not within the confines of my apartment here. I won’t bore you with the specifics but after a few failed attempt at trying to trap the little feller, he finally runs behind the couch and heads toward the bedroom area. This of course causes a wave of concern over me as I am certain the doors are open to both the rooms. I go tearing around the hallway to close the doors and with a little luck is on my side, I manage to scare the mouse into the bathroom. I quickly close the door and manage to trap the mouse inside the container and put a magazine on top to keep him there (which turned out to be a bad idea).

I head back into the kitchen to grab a lid for the container and poke some holes into it so the mouse doesn’t suffocate. Unfortunately, when I go back to the bathroom it turns out the that the little Houdini had escaped. Ugh. Of course me in my infinite wisdom had completely forgotten to close the bedroom doors after I had trapped him the first time, so now the guy could be absolutely anywhere. I did a quick look around the rooms and decided I was just going to have to wait for him to surface again. So I head back to the couch and plop down only to see my new furry friend sitting upon the television laughing at me! Trust me, if a mouse could laugh, he was doing it.

So this time I meant to get serious, I closed the bedroom doors, grabbed a second leftovers container and went after this mouse kung-fu style. Let me just take a second to paint this wonderful portrait, I’m chasing a mouse around my apartment in a pair of sweat pants with a tupperware container in each hand. I’m sure it would have been a very amusing site to anyone that may have been present. Eventually after chasing this guy around the television and my subwoofer a few times, I finally managed to trap him within a plastic prison.

The night came to a close with a quick few knocks to see if any of the neighbors were missing a pet mouse or some food for their snake. Turns out they didn’t so I gave the guy some carrots and set him lose in the field outside. So now the question remains, how in the world did he get inside my apartment since I live on the second floor?

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