On a quiet Sunday afternoon, I hear a rustling noise. If everything else had been quiet, I probably wouldn't have noticed it; I could easily have missed it because it was so unobtrusive. But I had just finished my puzzle, was available to my surroundings; noticed the rustling and wondered what was causing it.
The noise continued as I crossed the room to trace the noise.
I opened the lower cupboard, took some things off the lower shelf; nothing there. The upper shelf (of the lower cupboard) held a couple of appliances, pasta in Costco quantities, and miscellaneous items that had been relegated to the corner cupboard because they are no longer in use. As I pulled out the pasta, the mouse ran to the right, behind the appliances, squeaking. Several packages had ragged holes; rigatoni was scattered over the shelf; there was an Oreo-sized hole in the back wall. Tiny black pellets of mouse poop on everything I pulled out.
Grabbing a flashlight, I emptied the shelf. As I removed each hiding place, he ran quickly to the next, till there were no hiding places left. Maggie stuck her head into the cupboard, sniffing, and we both watched the mouse run back and forth, up the wall and down, unable to get away from the beam of light.
I left the flashlight there and disposed of items that had been ruined by chewing; also moved a few into the giveaway pile. Maggie was climbing into the cupboard trying to get at the mouse, so by the time I got back it had left, presumably through the hole in the back wall.
Duct taped the wall, cleaned up, stored the remaining pasta in a covered metal container. Glad the mouse got away and glad that it's no longer in there; cute little fellow.
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