The mouse, that is.
It want scampering across the living room floor, straight into the closet, as I watched The Closer last night. The closet WHERE A TRAP IS ALREADY SET, WITH PEANUT BUTTER AND EVERYTHING. JUST IN CASE. The trap did not catch it. (Me, aloud: "What kind of cheap-ass trap IS this?!")
This time, however, I stayed calm. I was only paralyzed for maybe two minutes, rather than twenty. I did not summon reinforcements. I did not hightail it to get traps. (I did, however, put on my boots. The calmness would've promptly disappeared if the interloper had gone dashing across my foot.)
This time, it wasn't so gross. Having more of a profile view of the mouse, rather than birds-eye, it looked more like Stuart Little than a yicky gray rodent. It was more of a gleeful scamper than a surreptitious scurry.
Then I started wondering whether this was the same mouse who made the brief appearance last fall or a different one. Which would be better, less creepy/gross? Is my apartment just a waystation on a rarely-used rodent Underground Railroad? Or is one mouse (ONE MOUSE. Not a family of mice.) residing in a cozy mouse-house under the floor somewhere? I can't decide which I'd prefer.
Anyway, at some point I shall go retrieve more traps and set them all over the damn apartment. But for now, I may be residing with a mouse. God help us all.