Unwanted House Guest

Two weeks ago, while preparing to watch the Playoff NFL game featuring the Green Bay Packers, we cam in contact with a house guest. An unwanted house guest. We were relaxing (I think I was working on my class) as Joe jumped from his seat to annouce that a mouse had just fallen from the ceiling. Yes, the ceiling. The cord from the DirecTV receiver outside runs down the wall in our apartment through a small opening in the drop ceiling- yes, not a normal ceiling, however we do not pay rent, so I am not going to complain:-)

(Repaired hole in the ceiling, thanks Joe!!)

The little guy got away (I still think he breathed his last breath underneath the washer/dryer). We (still) have several mouse traps around the apartment, however, have not found our house guest enjoying a feast of peanut butter on any of them. The "hole" in the ceiling has been "repaired" (since really it has been that way for about 8-9 years) by Joe compliments of one of my many shoe boxes (yes, I sacrificed one for the sake of keeping the mice from falling again on the ceiling).


The bug/rodent guy on campus came over and set up some traps in our ceiling (guys, are you cleaning your rooms up there?!). Last Friday (a little over a week after our houseguests arrival) we asked one of Joe's RA's if he wanted to check the traps in the ceiling (any individual who entered our apartment at that time was a part of the mouse search committee). Sure enough, There was one caught up in the ceiling. Yuck. This particular RA has done things that no other RA has done before (taken us to urgent care for staples in Joe's head....picture pregnant, extremely nausous already, and my husbands head bleeding....I was in no shape to get us there...but that is a completely different story...). He willingly got the poor (dead) mouse out of the ceiling and into his final resting place (a trashcan). That night he was on curfew duty (yes...curfew...don't worry, doesn't mean lights out, just means be in your dorm....nothing good happens after midnight...or 1 a.m. for that matter anyway...) The following is his curfew report from that night. Chesterton, may you rest in peace (of the landfill that is)