the day i was trapped upstairs

One week ago today, I was trapped upstairs for two hours. Trapped by my own squeamishness. I happened to wake up quite a while before Brian did. I was on my way downstairs to make coffee and sit down with my laptop for a bit. I turned on the light above the stairs, and I saw it -- the mousetraps in disarray. Mousetraps, yes, plural. This little guy was crafty. The first night we had one trap at each of the places we'd seen him going in and out of our living room area. He just ate the peanut butter right off of those. Then we put two traps together at one location -- the one he was likely using to go between adjacent apartments and ours. Still with the peanut butter eating and no trapping. Then we were going to be gone overnight. This was the perfect opportunity to get him comfortable with our three trap set-up since we would leave them not set (who wants to trap a mouse and leave him sitting for a full day? yuck.). So Friday night was the first night of the three traps, the middle one had peanut butter, and the two on the sides had none, so he would have to walk over them to get to his PB. But no danger for him on Friday night. We were finally able to outsmart him on Saturday night when we were back. But it left me trapped upstairs for the morning. I caught a glimpse, and that was enough. Glad we got him and super glad I have someone willing to deal with the gory aspects of it.