Au Revoir, Merchant Souris!

Last night was the final straw! Or as I learned in French class this week "c'est un comble!"

As I was parleing avec mes parents last night, they asked me if I had seen the mouse lately. I was happily telling them that non, I had not, and like clockwork Rataouille popped his furry head out from under the fridge where he hides! I screamed and he went back under, only to reappear moments later! I got the frebreeze and starting spraying it around the kitchen like a mad-person, under the fidge and cabinets - attempting to poison him with fake watermelon scent and dis-infectent. I swear though, this mouse is after me! I went into my room, stuffed a towel under the door to prevent any intrusions, and began to do some reading.

Then.....

RATATOUILLE WIGGLED IN, THROUGH MY BLOCKING-DEVISE, INTO MY ROOM!

I swear this mouse is out to get me!

I screamed, jumped up and continued screaming, woke up Caroline, who was freaked out too, and ended up shoving books in front of my door and going to sleep in Caroline's room, laying stiff as a bored, mind on mice and freaked out. It is was totally unsucessful because I couldn't sleep at all knowing Ratatouille had the run of the apartment!

After school today, we went to BHV where we bought les peiges des souris (mouse traps) and "an electronic cat", which is this cat shaped thing you plug into the wall that omits sounds that only animals can hear that scare them. It also has these creepy red eyes that light-up. We finished dinner, plugged in the electronic cat, and set the mouse traps with pont l'eveque and peanut butter! That's right - we sacrificed some of the small amount of peanut butter we have here with us to bring about the death of Ratatouille! We mean business! The traps should kill the one who seems to think this is HIS apartement, and the cat should keep away others to want to move in, according to M. BHV Worker (who originally was telling me, in French, that mouse traps are mean, and to be gentle with the mice! HA!) I cannot wait to wake up and see la mort de Ratatouille! I don't think I have ever been as obbsessed with accomplishing something as I am with ending the life of this mouse! I am a parisienne obbsessed!

Just in case both these plans fail, I have a back-up plan of extremeness. Mouse exterminator men! I called today and discovered that they come and put down some type of poison or something around, and the mice never come back - ever! They guarentee! It sounds magnifique but it is quite expensive, so it is a last resort. But I have learned through this adventure that the feeling secure and the ability to sleep at night without fear of being nibbled on, is priceless!