(Warning — Death of an innocent little creature)

At least we hope this is the finale.

So, for the last three days, we have had a mouse cohabitating in the camper with us. I won't deny its cuteness, but mice are dirty rodents and I don't want them in my home.

If you haven't been following our mouse dilemma, I will post links to Days 1 and 2 at the end of this article.

We spent all last evening watching and waiting for one of the four mouse traps we set to go off. One finally did, but it missed him.

The little devil was fast.

Speedy Gonzales fast.

It kept running from the living room, to the bedroom, to the bathroom, and back again.

I finally got a bright idea and told Rich to go get the seashell net we bought down in Alabama. I told him we could try to catch the little guy and then he could let it go clear out on the other side of the pond in the trees.

Team Julie = save the mouse same as save the bird.

Team Rich = shoot the suckers.

Which by the way, we haven't seen the bird for the last couple of days while we've been dealing with the mouse. But now that I spoke it out loud, I probably just jinxed us.

Rich was bound and determined he was going to catch that mouse.

The mouse kept running from room to room and finally when it went through the bedroom doorway I shut the door and put the net there so that when Rich chased it back out of the bedroom it would run right into the net.

IT WORKED!

I got the mouse in the net and quickly slid the net up the door to trap it in there so it wouldn't get out. Rich quickly grabbed ahold of it and trapped the mouse in the net.

I wish someone had been recording the whole ordeal. I bet it was hilarious. Especially when I got the mouse in the net and got so excited about it. I was screaming for Rich to get it.

"I got it! I got it! Come here and get it. Hurry up!"

I opened the outside door and let Rich out. Of course, it was dark. This was probably about 10 pm. I told Rich to let the little guy go clear out in the woods. Rich said nope, he was going to throw it in the pond and maybe it would drown.

When Rich came back in and I asked how it went, he said the mouse got away from him before he could throw it in the water. I told you it was fast.

Whew. Glad that's over with and the mouse lived to tell the tale.

Rich came in and said he was too worked up to go to bed so we put in a movie and made some popcorn. About 15 minutes later I saw the mouse sitting on the rug again.

I'm pretty sure it was the same mouse. The sneaky little guy must have just followed Rich right back to the camper. It came out of the bedroom so I am thinking it is getting in through the bedroom slide and under the bed compartment.

Rich jumped right up, grabbed the net, and said that was it. The mouse had its chance to live. If he caught it this time he was gonna kill it.

While Rich was crawling around the bathroom and bedroom floor looking for the mouse, I thought of another idea and put some peanut butter on a paper plate and set it on the floor. My thinking was that if the mouse would sit still long enough on the plate, Rich could catch it with the net.

IT WORKED!

The mouse sat on the plate long enough for Rich to net it.

Rich hollered, "Get me a shoe!" The first shoe I could reach was a slipper. Rich threw the slipper and said, "Not a floppy slipper, a shoe! A hard shoe!"

Then I handed him one of his tennis shoes and Rich started pounding the mouse with the shoe. I looked away.

He had to hit the mouse three times really hard until it stopped moving and blood came out of its mouth.

I felt bad. But not bad enough to miss taking a picture of it. I'm always like, "Wait! Let me get a picture first."

We finally went to bed at 1 am. No more mice so far. All is quiet on the homefront.