Years ago it seemed everyone in our neighborhood was plagued with house mice. Some even had them in the walls of their house. Our house was no exception. One night after Wayne and I went to bed and fell asleep, we were awakened by the sound of a mouse gnawing on something in our bedroom. Neither of us could tell exactly where the sound came from nor could we go back to sleep.

When ever Wayne got up to check it out, the mouse was quiet. He literally tore up our bed room looking for it. He even tore everything out of our double closets looking for "her" then gave up and went back to bed. When she would start gnawing again, he picked up his boots from beside the bed and tossed them toward the sound. Mrs. Mouse would only stop for a few minutes and start gnawing again. After the boots were tossed, he picked up anything on the night stand that was unbreakable that he could throw. Even banging on the end table would just stop the gnawing sounds for a few minutes.

Wayne was determined he would stop the gnawing, but this was one stubborn mama and a battle he could not win. By morning the room was in shambles. Of course, I was the one who had to clean up the mess.

The next day we set traps all over the house. Each day afterwards, we checked the traps and they still remained empty. Somehow, the mouse escaped the traps we set. She had to have been set on making her nest and not eating. Neither of us got much sleep for several nights. I can not remember the end story at this time, but I am sure after mama mouse got her delivery room ready, she stopped gnawing and produced a bunch of baby mice to gnaw and annoy us more later on.