In what has become an unplanned series, I hereby hopefully present you with the last of the Mighty Mouse Updates! Nina has gone back to her family and the house seems eerily quiet without the early-morning nuzzles and fur-dropping love everywhere. I do also enter our kitchen with less bravado than I did before when I knew that Nina was on the lookout.

As a last ‘Ra-Ra’ from her, however, we caught another mouse on the sticky trap under the stove last week Thursday. I came home from work, had a quick shower and just as I was about to blowdry my hair (we were on our way to attend an Indian wedding celebration in New Jersey, but more about that later), I heard the unmistakable ‘peeeep, peeep, peeeeeeeep’ of a mouse in distress coming from the kitchen. “Not again!” I thought and tiptoed my way into the unknown.

There, mouse-merized again, Nina sat in front of the stove, literally nose-to-nose with a mouse, stuck to a sticky trap. Its body was obscured by the stove, but in its escape efforts, the poor mouse had managed to maneuver itself into this rather unhappy situation. Only its face was visible outside the confines of our oversized American stove. This is when it happened…I mentally shut off. I retreated to the bathroom, plugged in my hairdryer and put so much body in my tresses that it was clear to anyone who saw me that I had blow-dried with a mission. I slinked into my wedding outfit, slipped on my sequined-gold bow-tie sandals and ran out the front door, slapping on lipstick as I went.

The minute I got in a cab, I called our landlord and, in my best girly voice, asked him to please ‘go take care of the sticky mouse situation’. When we got back from New Jersey at 2am. Nina was fast asleep and there was no sign of the mouse…or the sticky pad trap.