It began with a used tissue.
I came across said tissue on my bathroom floor a few inches from the wastebasket. Hm, I thought. Didn’t realize I hadn’t gotten it in there. I pick it up, put it in the basket. Later the same day while putting away clean laundry I discover a few sunflower seed shells in front of my dresser. A tiny pile. I give this some thought and decide they must have been on the bottom of my shoes when I came inside from filling the bird feeder. That made sense. I scoop them up, toss them in the trash.
The next morning's discovery alters the conclusions I’ve come to about all the above incidents. Another tissue appears. Same bathroom floor but scraps of tissue are strewn along the base of the counter cabinet. Unless I’d acquired somnambulism tendencies overnight, I hadn’t removed a tissue from the trash, shredded it then scattered those pieces onto the floor so that later I would have the pleasure of picking them up.
I go to bed that night knowing a thieving mouse will be traipsing around my house while I'm asleep. Unsettling. I make a mental note to buy peanut butter tomorrow.
You know how something can wake you in the middle of the night? Might be a dream, or similar to what I experienced; a noise startling you awake and it takes a few seconds to realize what it was. My first thought is, the mouse trap. I’d set it again- with cheese- hoping the mouse’s third time is his unlucky charm and my lucky one. Yay me! I silently cheer. While debating whether to dispose of it now or wait until morning, I hear a rattling sound in the far corner of the bedroom. Nothing like a unidentifiable noise in a darkened bedroom to skyrocket that heartbeat. More rattling and clinking ensued. Ah ha! I know what it is! The strand of plastic Happy Birthday! beads draped over the back of a chair had fallen. But…how are they making noise? I turn on a light and proceed to investigate. What I encounter doesn't immediately register. I was right about the beads falling, but it's the spider trap (yep, have those too) moving across the floor and running into the beads and nearby wall that confuses me. I approach slowly, fervently hoping that a spider large enough to move a six by three triangular-ish inch cardboard trap is not in it. There isn't. But there is a mouse. Because of the adhesive inside the trap it isn't going anywhere without that trap going with it.
Like a hermit crab stuck in its shell. A furry crab and a sticky shell.
So glad I bought peanut butter. And more spider traps.
The four-legged, furtive, furred variety :-)