Ratatouille in my kitchen

There is excitement at home, the other day when The Husband was talking to somebody at the door a small mouse scurried into the house between his feet. I saw it and had screamed immediately. The size of the mouse must have been 7 cm long! Instinctively it ran into the kitchen. The last time a rat had entered my house was way back in 2005 in Hyderabad, fortunately I had mum and dad visiting me and they found away to eliminate them of course those were the size of field rats. After 10 years the wheel has turned and this time its a mouse but my folks are in SFO, all they can do is hear about the mouse story on skype.

Where I stay in Gurgaon we don't find the typical Bazars where you can get everything, after an hour of prodding my maid she said I have to travel 30 kms to buy rat poison. Aryan's nanny who had seen the mouse a couple of times had a sick look on her face when I sad the mouse needs to be killed. A few days later she confessed with a lowered head that one should not kill mouses as they are Goddess Lakshmi's commute. Goddess Lakshmi is the giver of wealth, so killing that mouse would mean I am killing wealth. Funnily after Lord mouse had graced us with its presence our car has been consistently giving us trouble by staling in the middle of nowhere. Maybe, we need to buy a new car, yea....its a sign!

When I shared my discovery to The Husband on the weekend he have me a nasty stare. We did get the community cleaner to come and create a din with the kitchen utensil hoping the mouse would come out. I was prepared with a boom in hand to hit a sixer with the mouse incase it decided to show up. For those of who you who have never seen The Husband, he is over  6 feet tall and 2 and a half feet wide. My my, I found him standing on a chair, lest the mouse decides to scurry into his faded boxers.

Days went by and I heard stories from the cook, maid, nanny and The Husband of how a ferocious man-eater mouse was prowling in the kitchen. Then I saw the maize flour packet had a gaping hole in it, I had to throw away the dream of making myself some home made nachos and I was tired of singing Hicory Dickory dock to Aryan. 

 Determined I went online to look for rat poison, pity they don't sell them anymore, may be people are worried that somebody may commit suicide. I bought a mouse trap from ebay. The thing got delivered in 2 days without any manual. Again I spend hours on youtube and figured out I could have made a home made trap also. However I asked the nanny this morning to make the bait. Aaahh, the hunter and bait, how thrilling, my hunter instinct are tingling. However I just have to prey out of compulsion, I don't intend to devour the mouse, for that I have to be an Oger.  

For bait I used a wheat flour dough and covered it with honey. On top of that I sprinkled some cheese, inspired by Hickory Dicory dock!

Now comes the most important part, wait for Mr. Mouse to get trapped.

Update after 24 hours: Hurray, Mr. Mouse has been captured alive and is currently being questioned. He was not divulging any information of his crime so I decided to bribe him with some cheese. As you can see he is giving me the silent treatment with his pink paws and pointy ear. I am tempted to let him loose in the kitchen and say "surprise me", not that I haven't been surprised enough.

The Husband will return from his office tour today, once he gets to see Mr Mouse, we will drive far far away and set him free in the wild.