We might have a mouse. Or mice. Or nothing at all.
Monday I heard what sounded exactly like a mouse squeaking about 5 times in a row around the area of our fridge/pocket doors/closet. It's been raining continuously here in Richmond, which made me think — if it is a mouse, it would make sense it was trying to get away from the water.
It could have been the fridge squeaking — it does do that.
When I called Tim to let him know, he tried to tell me that mice don't actually squeak in real life. That's when I told him I was one of those weird kids that actually had pet mice as a child (how my parents allowed this I have no idea) and know for sure that mouses DO indeed squeak! Plus, the squeaking always conveniently stops when he comes to listen.
So, this whole mouse thing started in a couple of ways.
1. When we moved in, our neighbors told us that these houses in the city get mice from time to time. That's one of the reasons we bought a contained composting system.
2. About 2 months ago when Brandon came to stay one weekend, he told us 2 nights in a row that he thought he heard a mouse scratching on the back staircase in the middle of the night. I thought this could possibly be both Brandon and Tim trying to pull one over on me since we've never seen any mice in or around the house and there weren't any droppings or nesting materials in sight on the stairs.
All of this being said, I've had the idea in the back of my head for quite some time now and find myself over-analyzing every little scratch or squeak I hear come from the house.
I still think it's possible this could be a big joke. One way or another, we'll find out if we have a mouse. And we will let you know.
Perhaps, Basil will find it first.