Visited by a Mouse

Last night a large mouse/rat came out into the living room & paused to stare at me for about 15 seconds. It's strange being eyeball'd by such a critter. My dogs didn't stir at all. I know LeNoira June (my littlest Mutt) is terrified of them. It's strange because she'll take on a bull in the field without the slightest reservation. Come Tuesday, the exterminator is coming out to cease our dilemma. I hate to do this, but they're eating all the insulation, making nests of all our clothes, eating up our home. That is what happens when an abode sits practically alone in the wildness of the woods in Southern Louisiana - everything goes back to nature swiftly. We'll keep the pups over at the In-laws for a week to assure they don't find any slaughtered mice & take them up in their jaws to play with them, thus getting some of the poison. That's our only concern. The exterminator wanted to use glue traps but we won't allow such torture. Those things are like Gitmo. I hate them & have sabotaged a number of them at various restaurants & health food stores I've worked at. It's the slow kill by starvation. Aren't we inhumane enough as a species without them??? I keep thinking the exterminator will look like William S. Burroughs - he'd held such a vocation as he opened his lunchbox for The Naked Lunch.