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OMG... I HAVE A MOUSE IN MY APARTMENT AGAIN RIGHT AT THIS VERY MOMENT! (2:38am EST) SO GET THIS... I'm sleeping tonight, all sleepy-sleep in my bed when all of the sudden Bev starts barking wildly and jumps off my bed. Sometimes she and Elvis play in the middle of the night so I didn't think anything of it at first, but then I realized... this was a different bark. I quickly sat up, looked out my bedroom door and into the living room (thank God I sleep with a night light--I do so for moments just like these) and saw both her and Elvis standing guard outside a closet, staring into it.

I stood up, walked over to them and neither of them moved from their spot. I looked inside the closet and didn't see anything, so I shut it. Bev went back to bed (outta sight, outta mind for her, I guess), but Elvis is still paroling the area, pacing back and forth outside the door, peering underneath. I hear something inside making noise, like a chewing, gnawing noise--it has to be a mouse! What else could it be?

OMG, OMG, OMG!!!! I don't have a roommate anymore--what am I supposed to do? I hate, hate, hate rodents. I can deal with a roach--I don't like them but I can deal with them--but a mouse I cannot. In my first book, that whole big mouse/baby rat fiasco (we're still not sure what it was), was pretty much the worst day of my life.

So, I don't have many choices on what to do here. I can lock the babies (Elvis and Bev) in the bathroom (because I don't want them to get it), then try to muster up the courage to open the closet door and shoo the bastard out with a broom.

Okay, who am I kidding--If I see it I'll close my eyes and scream bloody murder, then have no idea where he ran off to.

Okay, next option... I can plug up the bottom of the door with a t-shirt or something so he doesn't get away while I'm gone (the steel wool I have is in the very closet that little MF-er ran into), run to the corner store, buy a mouse trap and attempt to "toss" it in the closet when I get back. PROBLEM: I have $1.35 in my wallet and $7 in my checking account. How much are mousetraps? (I'm getting paid tomorrow. Life's really glamorous as a writer--isn't it?)

Whatever I decide, I'm popping a Xanax first. I'll keep you posted on what happens.