The mice fight back! The war continues!

So yesterday I shared with you that Michael and I are engaging in a war on the mice that have apparently taken up residence in our house. I figured that since we loaded up on weapons of mass destruction, Sunday afternoon, that we wouldn't be seeing any signs of those beady eyed furry little rodents anywhere near our house again. Well... unfortunately they have taken matters into there own hands and they are determined to fight back... the little bastards.

Ever since Sunday's first mouse sighting, P-Kitty has been on alert. Although yesterday she spent the day catching up on her sleep, but as soon as she joined the land of the living somewhere around 5pm, she went straight back into Michael and I's bedroom and master bathroom to resume her watch kitty status, she knew something wasn't right and she was prepared to be the first one on the job. Michael had gotten home from work and excitedly checked all our mouse traps to see if we were able to nab any during the day, but came up empty handed... no caught mice, but he found, what looked like fresh droppings, in our pantry. I was kind of getting concerned considering we had a trap set up in the pantry and the mice were obviously too uninterested in our strategic peanut butter trap. It became aware to me that these guys are good, real professionals, they know when to spot a trap. The fresh droppings were just their way of saying, "we know about your little traps and we're ready to fight back so f*ck you and your peanut butter traps." We're not dealing with the average mice here, let me tell you, these are the super smart one's and I was just waiting for the next time one would venture it's way into my pathway again.

Michael and I had just gotten done watching the news in bed, and we shut off the TV and were getting comfortable to fall asleep. Mind you our killer attack kitty was still on duty sniffing around our bedroom and bathroom. The TV had been off for no more than a minute, before we heard our cat spring into action and start running about in the bedroom. We turned on the light and sure enough, she had chased another mouse underneath our entertainment center again. I resumed my usual position standing on the bed and ready to spring if the little shit decided to leap to his get away up on our bed, while Michael went to go find his plastic cups again to catch him. He closed off our bedroom again and moved the entertainment center and P-Kitty dove into action, chasing this fast little rodent all over our bedroom. Under the bed, back under the entertainment center again..... this guy was faster than the last one, but P-Kitty was on her guard. Granted, she has no front claws, so her batting at him was relativity useless, but she was able to pin him to certain areas, in an attempt for Michael to try to catch him. Unfortunately the little shit was a little to fast for my husband and his plastic red cups, as it dove itself under our bathroom door for a getaway into the bathroom.

Now, there was no way on Earth, I was going to be able to sleep with that sucker still on the loose, so Michael and his trusty hunting cat, barricaded themselves and our furry intruder into the bathroom. They were determined to catch this little bastard if it was the last thing they did. Now at this point, I am telling them to put a towel underneath the door, so that damn mouse doesn't run back under the door into the bedroom again. Now, what took place at this point on is completely beyond me, as both Michael and P-Kitty and the mouse took a stand-off in my bathroom, while I still took up residence standing on our bed. All I can tell you is I heard nothing but silence from the bathroom for a good 15 minutes.... then I heard a loud crash, which was the sound of Michael's flashlight crashing to the ground and the sound of shit flying everywhere..... then more silence.... Hmmmmm.... Either the mouse finally lost his battle or my husband and my cat lost their battle.... but... it wasn't over yet. After chasing the mouse into my bathroom cabinet, Michael was able to beat to mouse to death with our plunger. Yes, another dead mouse, this one losing it's life to our plunger.

At this point I am really concerned as to how these mice are making their way from our attic into our house. Michael and I have searched this house high and low, in every corner possible, and could not find an entrance. However, our question was answered for us, as Michael was doing his homicide clean up, and drawing the chalk marks on our tile, where the corpse of mouse terrorist number two had previously laid. When Michael and P-Kitty found him hiding in the bathroom, he was in a cabinet, which, was closed. There is apparently a hole under the cabinet, that leads up into the cabinet, as well as there is a hole from the cabinet, that leads underneath our bathtub. Our new theory is that they are climbing down the walls, from the attic, and crawling under the bathtub, and up into our bathroom through this tiny separation between the wood cabinets and the tile. Or.... at least... we're HOPING that's what is really going on. So Michael went and grabbed the electric chair.... the black box that shocks the mice when they enter it, and placed it next to the hole under the sink, as well as he placed a tray of poison under there, hoping we could get them at their point of entrance. This really meant war then!!

So Michael and I both spent the entire night, pretty much tossing and turning at the fact that we were being attacked in our own home by little field mice and P-Kitty spent the night on patrol between our bathroom and bedroom. At one point she decided to go into stealth mode, and laid with her entire body underneath the bed, with just her little head sticking out from under the bed-skirt, so she could be ready for attack again. Our little attack kitty wasn't going to sleep a wink until she knew all was clear. This morning, when we got up, we were disappointed to find that we still hadn't caught any of the bastards yet. Very very crafty little shits.... they are taunting us. They are sitting up there in our attic, blueprints spread out on their little mouse table, with the head mouse wearing his little reading classes, while the rest of their terrorist army of mice sit waiting for the details of their next suicide mission. This isn't your average society of mice I tell you, they have accepted our challenge and they are ready for war.

P-Kitty has finally crashed out from her night of mouse watch, as she as passed out on our bed with her head buried underneath one of my decorative pillows. The mice know my strongest allies are missing, as Michael is at the office and P-Kitty couldn't be woken up if the entire house came crashing down around her. They know I am the weak link, as now I hear their scratching coming from the attic again as well as I am hearing movements from my cabinets, and scary enough, it seems to follow me into every room I am in. Somewhere, in a dark corner of the room, there is a little watch mouse, with his binoculars on me, relating back my every move to the rest of the demon army via a walkie talkie. They are just waiting for the right time to strike again and probably when I am at my most vulnerable state. The war isn't over yet guys! We've only just begun. You furry little f*ckers are going down!