Ok, so I love mice and rats. They are small and cute and have tiny faces that I can't say no to.

HOWEVER, mice running free through my apartment, I do not love.

Today, Anthony told me there was a mouse in his room. My first reaction was to freak out...Especially since he didn't know where it went. Before we located it, I was hopping back and forth only keeping one foot on the ground at a time. At soon as we found the mouse, it was all "AWWWW! He's so cute! Look at that nose."

Then the mouse ran away and I squealed and jumped back a foot...he ran AWAY from me and I did this.

After trying to find him, we finally saw the mouse had gone under Anthony's desk. Once he was cornered, I thought he was cute again. We took a long box and blocked off his escape and piled phone books on top of it for weight and to prevent little openings.


I went to Walmart and after a very long search, I found the ONLY "no kill" trap they had. I baited it with caramel and stuck it under the desk for him. I hope he likes it.



Now that he's trapped and the trap is in place, I'm kinda tempted to run down to the pet store and buy a cage and a little wheel.

His name is Yuki and he will be my Yuki until I release him in the field down the street.


UPDATE:

Yesterday morning at 8am, I took Yuki to the field and set him free. I was going to take his picture, as I was requested to do, but once the trap was opened for him, he bolted out and disappeared into the grass never to be seen again.

I was pleased to note that he ate all the caramel I used as bait. Glad to see he liked it. God speed, Yuki. May you live a long mouse life free of owls and cats.