Being Terrorized by a Rodent

On New Years Eve a mouse decided to make itself known to everyone in the house. Needless to say a large part of the evening was devoted to said mouse with what to do varying from kill the little sucker to catch and release. All to no avail because he is one smart mouse. Won't go in the trap and moves too fast for catching. Now there has always been a problem with mice in here resulting in clean ups and the buying of poison(which said mouse also ignores) to traps that have worked on one but not this wily little pain in my you know what. Mr. mouse last made himself known on New Years morning and then no sightings until last evening after a long day of taking down the Christmas decorations and then he disappeared again. That is until this morning when he joined me at the kitchen counter where I was just going to start the dishes. As you can imagine there was a lot of screaming on my part which made him run fast and go into the stove. Yes I said go into the stove! I promptly turned on the broiler in hopes of mouse murder(no I am not ashamed of myself). I went and sat in a chair to tell everyone on facebook about my ordeal and the little sucker ran across the room at my feet and into one of the spare rooms which is so full of stuff that he can hide forever. After another bout of screaming I climbed up on the kitchen chair to finish telling the world about my ordeal. Mr. mouse had better leave town because I am now getting spring traps and praying we catch it and all further mice make themselves scarce or at least invisible. I have terrible visions of sleeping and a mouse crawling right into bed with us. I am writing this sitting warily on the couch with my boots on because it makes me less afraid than my stocking feet. Anyhow, there it is the great saga of rodent terrorism. Here is a picture of Mr. mouse I painted after New Years to deal with my fear of him.