Eeek! The update.

YES, of course Jared got rid of the mouse! He had it disposed of by the time I decided to venture home again (2 hours later) with a sack full of traps. I don't know exactly what he did, but I do know it involved the brick I left on top of the bowl.

If you know Jared, he is an animal lover. In many cases he loves animals more than many of the people he meets. He has no difficulty putting an animal "out of it's misery" because he can't fathom letting the poor creature suffer. I'm not kidding. He once teared up a little because he inadvertently ran over a prairie dog. But when it comes to mice, he has no mercy.

He used to care about them a tiny bit. When the mouse was trapped in the washing machine (2 years ago) he tried to catch it by the tail. It was too fast. I stood at the top of the stairs yelling for him to just turn on the water. He refused. Instead he turned on the spin cycle and then took the dazed and dizzy thing out to our neighbor's yard and set it free.

It wasn't until that same summer when he was sleeping in the downstairs bedroom that he changed his mind about the whole situation. We had been catching mice in the garage and laundry room all summer. And since he works nights, and since it is significantly cooler downstairs, he would sleep in the spare room during the day. One day I heard him jump out of bed and come bounding out of the room. He got his flashlight, tore the covers off the bed, moved boxes out of the way, and cleared the nightstand looking for a mouse. He never found it, but he swears to this day there was a mouse trying to pull the covers off the bed while he slept.

He never slept in that room again and if he even sees a mouse in the yard he's out there with his air soft gun trying to get it.

I'm glad we're finally on the same page-- as long as he's the one doing the dirty work.