Let me just start out by saying that I am not afraid of mice. What I am afraid of is walking into my garage thinking I am alone and seeing something run across the floor.
So, this is where our story begins...
Several weeks ago, I went into the garage and saw something scatter across the floor. I had no idea what it was so I turned the lights on and found a mouse running through our garage. I immediately went back into the house and told Ben we had a mouse problem. (I am not exactly sure if Ben believed me, but he humored me and bought some mouse bait to put out.) I hadn't seen any mice since that night so I thought Ben had fixed the problem.
Today I went out to the garage (while talking on the phone with my mother) and noticed a dark spot on the garage floor. I thought it was probably dirt left over from when I planted my pots and was standing barefoot about 4 inches away from it when it started to run across the floor. I started screaming like a little girl and took off towards the house. It was a huge rush, I was terrified. I still don't think I am afraid of mice, I just didn't realize it was there.
I am sure my mom thought something awful had happened to Makai b/c I had totally let out a scream. I quickly got off the phone and took Willie out to the garage with me (I must have thought he was a hunting dog). He was of no use. I showed him where the mouse was and he smelled the spot and then just looked at me like, "You are such a stupid girl." I stood there trying to figure out what I was going to do and then I saw Mr Mouse hiding in the corner. I took Willie back inside and grabbed a cup.
After several attempts and much screaming on my end, (I can't believe my neighbors didn't call the police) I pinned him in my clear, plastic, 4-inch high cup.
Then, I did the only rational thing I could think of...I called Ben, still screaming and begged him to come home and take care of Mr Mouse. My pleading had no affect of Ben, he told me to put something heavy on the cup and leave Mr Mouse there until he got home tonight.
As many of you know, I am a HUGE animal lover. As much as I didn't want Mr Mouse in my garage, I didn't want to be responsible for his death. "What if he sufficates in the cup? What happens when Ben comes home...he is for sure going to kill it!"
So, I sucked it up and decided I had to take care of My Mouse myself. I put on my rubber gardening gloves (for some reason I felt safer wearing them...maybe I forgot for a minute that a mouse could bite through my flimsy gloves) and tried to figure out how to scoop Mr Mouse up without him biting me.
After losing Mr Mouse again, more screaming, and recapturing him I finally scooped him into the cup.

Since I am the crazy pet lady, I'll be honest, the thought did cross my mind that I could keep Mr Mouse as a pet. This thought quickly passed as I remembered what a handful Makai is quickly becoming and how much Ben would freak out...
I said farwell to Mr Mouse and dumped him into the open space behind our house.

After calling my mom to reassure her that Makai was fine and all was well, she reminded me that where there is one mouse, there are more.
Hopefully we won't find any Mr Mouse Jr's running around.