So.
December was an exciting month. There were parties, and relatives visiting/to visit, and presents to wrap and open, and lots of food. But the biggest excitement was what went on in our house.
Mr. Peanut caught three mice.
Mouse #1 was cornered in the room where Brian and I keep some of our clothes and our shoes. Mr. Peanut successfully trapped the mouse in a shoe and Brian set it free. Exciting, but not really.
Mouse #2 was left at the bottom of the staircase for me to discover at 6:30 A.M. Needless to say, I ran, barefoot, screaming up the stairs. Brian took care of this mouse (time of death is still undetermined, but cause of death was pretty obvious) and Mr. Peanut sat and waited for me outside of the shower for me to praise him for his job well done. Exciting and gross and I'm still getting shivers.
Mouse #3 was discovered a few days after Mouse #2. Mr. Peanut was carefully guarding a stack of DVDs while I made breakfast and Brian and I discussed what decorations to put on the Christmas tree and who would shovel the snow and what mass to go to. Kitty lunged, the mouse went running across the house, and I jumped on to a kitchen chair screaming. Mr. Peanut caught the mouse, was walking toward me with it in his mouth and Brian accidentally bumped him. Peanut dropped the mouse and it went to hide in the living room. As I'm having a stroke I somehow manage to pull myself together to go on with my day.
Later that afternoon, I begin to decorate the tree, vaguely aware of the presence of a mouse in the room I'm in. Mr. Peanut's sitting pretty keeping an eye on things when all of a sudden I feel something bump my foot not once, not twice, but three times. The screaming (me), the chasing (kitten), and the laughing (Brian) begin.
We went to bed, me very tired from being attacked by the mouse, and prayed for nature to take its course over night. And sure enough it did. Mr. Peanut caught Mouse #3 the Monday before Christmas right by our tree. Thankfully, Brian took care of it so I didn't have to see it.
However, I'm still freaked out when the cat sits and stares at the same place for too long.
