House Guests

Soooo... everyone loves the occasional stop by from visitors. I have alot of them in my house...Matt, Sarah, Katie, Anna... the list goes on! Well, this morning I had quite the unexpected visitor! Recently it has been very cold in Santa Rosa and rainy -- for the last 3 days, but thanks to the warm long sleeved fleece PJ's my dad got me for christmas, I have been able to sleep nice and warm...... and apparently so has another. I woke up this morning around 6am and i felt a little scurry along my arm.... i open my eyes to find that a MOUSE has been sleeping IN MY SLEEVE!!! I immediately freaked out-- called my parents in the states to see what I should do. A MOUSE... IN MY SLEEVE!! SOOOO GROSS!I am still in disbelief! I mean everyone wants a cuddle buddy but I am sorry little brown 2 inch long creatures aren't exactly my type.
I noticed that he had run down under the bed so I assumed he was living in my suitcase. I closed the door so he couldn't get out of the room-- i figured better if I know where he is than let him wander around the house. I took all the suitcases out and nothing... no mouse! I moved all my clothes around and little bags... nothing-still no mouse. I then decide to check the mattress to see if there is a hole in it, in which he could have escaped into.... I lifted the mattress to find my furry house guest sandwiched between the mattress and the boxspring- worst yet, he was still alive. I tried sitting on him, jumping on him but because the mattress is soft he was still alive. I finally called in the reinforcements-- my host sister Michelle. We devised a plan of her lift the mattress, I cover him with a plastic yellow bag and then she smush him with a hard book. After some failed attempts-- due to the nerves... we finally had him covered with the yellow bag with the book on top and now we just had to squish him. I didn't want to kill him, but sadly enough it was the only way it could happen. After the smush... I grabbed him with the bag by the tail and threw him out the gate.
Poor guy (at least I hope it's a guy and there aren't any baby mice around here)...at least I know he had a good last meal from the half eaten Reese's Cup I found the other day-- that is what you get for eating my Reese's little friend... don't mess with a girl's chocolate stash!

The Aftermath!