While sitting in front of the electronic income reducer this evening, Grace saw our little furry friend flit from under the pantry door to under the stove. She freaked so completely while I was in mid-sentence about something that I may have left the couch for a full second.
So, I set the traps and then made a barrier preventing him from going down the hallway to the bedroom. We turned the TV off and sat as quiet as, well, mice and waited to see if he'd come out. Wouldn't you know it--he did come back out and discovered, much to his chagrin, that his access to his home in our pantry was blocked off.
Now it's a standoff. He's under the stove and I'm keeping watch. He can only go to the living room and dining room, and there ain't many places to hide. If at all possible, I'll capture him or corral him out the front door.
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