We could hear the sounds. Squeaking. Nibbling. Scurrying. Mouse sounds in general. Could noises alone drive the weary insane? "Quiet like a mouse" had no meaning to me, anymore. This mouse, which Jonah dubbed "Saruman", knew he was sly; which is why it danced, partied, and snored loudly whenever it wanted to.

Saruman got into Jonah's stuff, again. It was the last straw. Jonah now had a very valid reason to have his way with Saruman. His first attempt, however, was to poison Saruman. Jonah sprayed Lysol into Saruman's favorite food (japanese noodles). The next day showed zero results and that wouldn't fly, because when you want revenge you want it immediately.

So Jonah set up a mouse trap. Not a cheesey mouse trap, like the one I set up. If the mouse would've fallen for mine, it probably would've escaped. If Saruman could climb wood, he could also climb fiberboard. No, no...a minimum security prison would not be Saruman's fate. Jonah searched online for information. Mice can't climb plastic.

Jonah built a trap out of our laundry bucket. He set up a ramp that led into the bucket, and from there the mouse would fall to its demise. And once again, we found ourselves waiting until tomorrow. Only this time, we could hear Saruman nearby. Was he laughing at our attempt to catch him? Or was he crying and cowering in fear that we were hot on his tail?