For sometime now we've had a creature in our house stealing food. One night Carey, my roommate and I, went through the laundry room because we were sure he was in there. All our work was worthless but we closed the door to the kitchen believing he had to be in there somewhere. We were definitely in the wrong because the next morning he had left the remains of yet another feast. We had actually locked him into our kitchen instead. Our neighbors nicknamed him the pig-mouse with a big snout because we believe he was stealing food from both of us. Mice here aren't like those cute little ones we have in Ontario; they are actually a lot more like a small rat.
Last night while we were eating dinner the mouse was peaking out at us from behind the stove. We went after him but he was no where in sight; once again.
Later that evening my roommates both left. When I walked into the kitchen with another friend, Jess, the pig-mouse was eating a banana. Immediately I was determind to catch this thief. I chased him around the shelf with a sandal before Jess suggested I upgrade to a larger weapon.
That's when the wooden shoes came in handy. We had him trapped and were screaming. Jess was actually on a chair in the kitchen watching this war with the mouse. After a brief chase around the kitchen the war was over and I was victorious. Sorry little guy. You just chose the wrong place to make your home. 
