The Mouse in the House

So, last night I walked into the kitchen and the compost bucket...was moving.

I thought I'd been seeing a mouse sometimes, out of the corner of my eye, and today, I thought it might be getting into the compost bucket since I saw a few pieces of fruit peel on the floor that I could have sworn were not there when I went to bed the night before.

But now - it was undeniable: there was a mouse in the house. My husband picked up the bucket, which was still shaking, and carried it gingerly out the back door onto the deck, and opened the lid. At this point, the mouse launched itself out of the bucket, 5 feet into the air, and disappeared into the night.

All night, I kept waking up, thinking I heard it coming back. I am still not sure if it has indeed been back or if it is just my imagination...(I wish I had a cat!) Or if someone started a business where they rented out the services of a mousing cat - because I can't really have another cat in my tiny apartment.

But I can't stand another night with a creeping mouse!