Around half past three this morning, having been plagued by a combination of sleeplessness and nightmares, the Wah arose to discover the humane mouse trap we had set up to catch Ms Squeaky was closed.
Now over the past week, we had caught Ms Squeaky in this device no less than two times. The trap is not transparent, so we had transferred the mouse into first a laundry basket, then a tall bucket, in order to make sure it was actually in there. But the sneaky little bugger had escaped both times - once mysteriously ("Where'd she go?!?!") and once brazenly ("Oh no, she's escaping!" "Well, stop her!" "I can't, I'm too scared!").
So when the Wah found the shut trap in the pre-dawn hours, he decided not to bother trying to transfer it. He simply grabbed it, headed up to the park at the end of our street, and set Ms Squeaky into the wild.
I should point out at this stage that I Slept Through the Whole Thing.
But it wasn't all good news - the Wah went on a search for Ms Squeaky's three little babies under our spare bed - only to discover the nest was empty! We estimate the babies to be at least two weeks old now - almost, if not actually, self-reliant.
Where have the Squeaky siblings gone? The saga continues...
UPDATE! Oh, how cocky we were - this evening we came home to spy one baby mouse under the fridge, and another scuttling under our couch. God knows where the third one is.
THIS IS DISNEY HELL.