a mouse

He is not our hamster. He is a mouse!!

First I'd noticed somebody nibbled a loaf of bread on the kitchen counter, correction not someone but I could tell I had a mouse in my kitchen immediately because I'd heard someone was telling horrible mouse invading story the other day. So it was like "OK, it's my turn" and that fact really freaked me out.

I went to this store to find mouse traps then I saw them when I just stepped in the store on my left side. It seemed like bestseller products now or all the time.

That made me feel much better because having a mouse in my kitchen could mean having a filthy place then that indicates I'm not a good housekeeper. Nobody want that reputation, right? But now I found I'm not the only one and it's OK to have a mouse in my kitchen unless I would ignore the fact which I'm not because I'm here for getting rid of it.

I bought this box which had a super sticky sheet in it.

I put it on my kitchen counter just in case with cookie crumb in the box even though it has yummy smell to lure a mouse already. Then my family and I went off to the dog park for 2 hours.

When we came back, we found him struggling to get out from the box.

We literally screamed when we found some creature in it. But wait...he was cute!! We expect a dusty gray evil red eyed mouse to trap not this watery eyed little fellow.

My husband (despite the fact he was cute I was not able to get close to him for some reason)freed him using vegetable oil to take him off from the sticky sheet. He put him in the plastic container (of course without touching, gosh he was so good at it) and we drove for a few miles to find a place to release the mouse safely for both of us.

I doubt that the place was safe for a vegetable oil dripping mouse but he sniffed on the ground and climbed up the tree trunk anyway.

I felt like kicked out my free loader forcefully and hope he is doing well without us.