Three Blind Mice

Okay, maybe it isn't three blind mice but we definitely have a mouse in the attic. The little bugger has been chewing and gnawing on the wood from inside the walls and window frame every night now for the last three or four days.

We've been living in this apartment ever since Kiddo was born and my biggest concern were bugs and mice.  I wanted neither. The other apartment we lived in  (across the street and the same one that was set on fire 2x by would be arsons) had a mouse but we never saw it. It was contained in the neighbor's apartment on the side of us. Sucker gnawed straight through to the other side of her kitchen cabinets, or so she had told me.

When we were looking at our current apartment, I thought I saw turds in the back of a pantry closet and even pointed them out to Hubby. He's lived in the country pretty much all of his life so having a mouse about was really no big deal. Not to this city girl wanna be country chick.  I didn't see any other signs of mice anywhere, no gnawed holes or the like, plus we really needed more space because Kiddo at the time was to be born within that month and our old apartment wouldn't cut it.

I've lived in houses that were mouse free but had a "thousand legger" issue back in Chicago (*shivers* summertime was the worst season, a/c would be on and all the bugs would go to higher ground for warmth and these things were the size of your finger crawling on the floor, walls and ceiling. A day didn't go by without sighting one. Dad never considered an exterminator. *shivers again*) and zero pests while living in Algonquin. So living in an apartment that is bug free (yay) and mouse free (grrr, one out of two isn't bad but still), is priority. 

Luck is still on our side tho. I haven't seen this before said mouse scampering about in our living areas, and our cat - tho an indoor cat - still is sharp as a tac to find pests. This mouse (I hope it isn't a rat, but like that really makes a difference at this point) is gnawing like it is it's Shawshank Redemption or something. At 4 a.m. it's driving me nuts and I get out of bed, bang on the wall, it stops. One and 1/2 minutes later it starts up again. Hubby sleeps right throught the noise. Figures, he snores like a freight train why would he hear that demon mouse chomping in the walls.

If this thing does happen to make an appearance or I see rat turd anywhere, that's it. We're moving. We've been wanting to move for the longest time. I keep saying I want to get out of here before the place emplodes (with the sinking floors, I give it a few years before that happens).

I would miss having a library, a post office, town restaurant and little grocery store within walking distance, but le sigh. Take the punches as they roll, for good or bad.