This morning I went downstairs to make breakfast and a little gray mouse scurried across the floor. Eek! Unfortunately, it wasn’t the first time. After eighteen years of seeing nary a nezumi in this country, we’ve suddenly had four in the past couple of weeks (or maybe it’s the same mouse four times). The first time, I heard a rustling over by the rice. It sounded like a behemoth rodent – a foot-long gutter rat. The children and I huddled on the sofa until Yoshi came home. He managed to trap the mouse without hurting it – what a man! – and took it outside. It was a cute little baby mouse, but it made me think of rabies or the bubonic plague.
Last time we went shopping, Jio lingered near the vermin poison and suggested darkly that we get something to kill the mice with. But why, when we have such a great mouse-catcher in the house? He’s caught three so far! And besides, I can’t decide which is worse – finding a dead mouse and having to dispose of it, or having to wait until my husband comes home to trap the little bugger.