We have a spare guest room. It's where I put all my clothes and accessories because they won't all fit in our bedroom. And so I don't have to wake Josh up when I blow dry my hair every morning. It's kinda nice. My own space where I can be a little messy and not annoy my clean husband.
Until recently. Recently, I realized I'm actually sharing the space with someone else. A little guy that looks something like this:
My first encounter was when Josh was out of town, as all encounters with bugs and critters and things that break are. Nothing happens when he's here. I'm 99% sure they can smell fear.
I noticed there were crumbs and...other evidence of a critter in the guest room. I had a bag of peanuts in a travel bag from a recent trip, and he chewed through a cloth AND plastic bag to get to his feast. Gotta give the guy points for effort.
I never actually saw or heard him. So I went about my business in the back room and hoped he had slipped out, never to return.
Two days later, I was sure we were in the clear. Then I walked in the room, flipped on the light, and saw him scurry across the room.
Luckily, Josh was home and I was able to ruin his hearing.
He told me to calm down.
I said no and vowed to never go in the back room again.
I asked Josh where the mouse went.
My closet of course.
A few days later, I was running out of clothes from the small stash in our bedroom. I was re-wearing clothes for the third time. I was starting to smell. So I snuck back there, on tip toe. And I heard him rustling around. I ran.
I decided to only go in the guest room if Josh went first. He had to do all the laundry. Josh even tried a cat call on him, but it didn't work.
We set traps. Apparently there were 3 of them.
It's now been a month, and despite 5 traps and D-con, we haven't seen another.
Last week I opened the front door and walked my face right into a spider. Landed on my cheek.
On a happier note, the ants in the kitchen seem to be gone.