Tom and Jerry

Although I prefer to talk about Tom and Jerry, two family members, in this case, I’m thinking of mice. There’s a mouse living in our closet, and he has interrupted many a nights sleep. I thought he was harmless until I found a plastic bag of peanuts up on my bed had been eaten into, and then the mouse pooped on my pillow case. Since then, I’ve declared war on this mouse. Oh, and I should mention that I’m sleeping on a top bunk, with a mosquito net that is ALWAYS tucked in. I thought keeping food on my bed would be the safest place possible. Obviously not.
Being out-witted by a mouse was a big blow to my African ego. So I’ve decided that the little man will not get me down.
Danielle and I spent the weekend here alone, while everyone else was on either a Safari or a Rhino trip. Since there was no one around to make noise, the mice were out. Danielle and I were watching DVD’s on our computer, and she spotted a mouse running from the couch we were on, and over to another couch. She jumped up and screamed, and I kicked my flip flop up into the air. Since I have amazing aim, it came up and hit Danielle in the leg, causing her to freak out even more because she thought the thing that hit her was the mouse. We attempted to set up a homemade mousetrap; a wash basin, a piece of cut up plastic waterbottle, a broom with the longest handle in the world (no really, I swear), and a piece of bread with peanut butter on it. I was going to take a picture of it, but never found my camera. Picture the basic upside-down being tipped open with the water bottle. The broom is sitting next to the bottle, waiting for the mouse to scurry under the basin to get the peanut butter bread. When we would see the mouse move under it, we would push the water bottle and the basin would fall upside-down trapping the mouse. The only problem was that we didn’t think through it too much, and decided once the mouse was in the basin the only thing to do would be to leave it there and wait for it to die. Lucky for Jerry, he never went after the bread, and we gave up.
Since I woke up in the middle of the night last night thinking the mouse was in my bed, I’ve just gone to extremes and bought these rat traps. Apparently they don’t sell mouse traps here. I can’t wait for the mouse living in our closet to die. Hope that’s not too morbid.