Unwanted guest

Around 11:30 last night Dudi came in from volleyball. I was laying in bed reading, all nice and cozy. I was listening to him talk about something (you'll see why I can't remember in a moment). Mid sentence he stops and his face drops, "Either that was one huge roach (which aren't too uncommon in these parts-we love the exterminator), or a mouse just ran out from under the bed and is now under the chaise."

Pa-LEASE! A mouse, in my house (slightly Dr. Suessish)? No way.

Me: Okay, lets see the mouse. Lift the chaise up and it'll run out.

Dudi (looking me like I just asked him to do a back flip): Are you crazy?!

Then it happened. I SAW it!! It ran straight from the chaise into the Master Bathroom and let's just say I haven't been the same since. Yes, I realize that a mouse is a tiny creature compared to me, but when you are all cozied up in your bed and a rodent flies across your bedroom floor, then you can tell me how silly I am/am not being.

I can't exactly remember all the things I yelled atDudi to do, basically I wanted him to get it. Dudi put his shoes back on (like that would do any good really, but it somehow does make you feel a little more protected), and headed into the bathroom. Being the brave husband he is, he climbed from countertop to countertop to tub. He scoped it out- found nothin'. We did find the source of the mouse house though- the pocket door.

To say I slept uneasy is to put it mildly. I kept dreaming about mice, then when the kids woke during the night I was afraid I was gonna step on it--ew.

Needless to say, I called the exterminator and he (thankfully) was able to come today!!! Traps are set, now what do we do when we actually catch it?