As I sat in the common room reading and reflecting on the day, our furry little friend was sure to make his presence known. The Fellows had an encounter with our ‘pet’ earlier in the evening in the kitchen, but Mike and I were unable to track him down behind the two fridges and the washing machine. The plan was to sleep on it and implement our attack and trap strategies tomorrow. We also felt that the little guy, for whatever reason, deserved to live and fight another day. However, the mouse had other plans. Fortunately for us, though, Vedant always stresses the importance of modifying our tactics on the fly. It was go time.
I called Mike out of his room and informed him of the situation. To be ‘brief’ (Fellows’ inside joke), the mouse was behind the couch across from me. After aimlessly poking and shuffling around, the mouse scurried behind the television.
“OK, don’t let him go this…”
The mouse scooted behind the other couch and into Mike’s room. We rushed in, closed the door, and blocked the gap underneath its frame.
“He’s behind your suitcase. He’s gotta be there. Do you think my flip flop is good enough?”
Mike quickly hands me his other shoe. I’m on the left. Mike’s on the right. This is it.
“One. Two. Three!”
Mike pulls the suitcase back and we go to town. The poor guy didn’t stand a chance. Lots of celebratory yelling and awkward high-fiving ensue. Success.
With the girl-guy ratio in the houses at 5-3, it was nice to reassure our masculinity. I was worried there for awhile because even Evil Dog, the male stray that lives on the premises, was beginning to question our manliness. But, don’t be fooled Evil D. This is our house. And we will protect it.