After arriving at our camper site in Ceduna, which was a lovely location with tree separated sites just over a dune from the ocean, we had dinner while it was actually still light out (due to the time change) and got in some wi-fi time. Right after getting into bed though, Jaz heard a noise, glanced over and saw a mouse run across the top of his bag towards the front of the campervan. Needless to say, this caused a small amount of panic on my part, and started a search for the mouse all in the front of the van. Jaz attempted to convince me that the mouse ran out some “hole” in the floor, but I didn’t quite believe him. We put a board across the gap that runs under the bed in the hope of keeping the mouse contained in the front of the van and out of our luggage. I tried to go to sleep and ignore the fact that I never actually saw the mouse leave the van, until every little noise had me thinking the mouse was running around. Ten minutes later, I heard a definite mouse noise and made Jaz get up to check again. He saw the mouse run back under the front seats of the van, but couldn’t find it again. After pulling out all the bags it could hide in, the mouse was nowhere to be found. Again. And by now it was after midnight, so we gave up, and Jaz once again tried to convince me it must have left down through the engine. Which might have worked until I woke up in the morning to seeing the mouse dash from the front of the van under the bed. Past the board we put up, which meant it somehow squeezed through a crack less than a quarter inch big. That is the fastest I’ve gotten out of bed in quite awhile, and there might have been a squeal involved. We pulled up the whole bed, moved all the luggage outside, and basically emptied the back of the van to no avail. Where this mouse keeps hiding I have no idea, but I’m hoping I won’t go to bed tonight and hear little scratching sounds.

UPDATE: The mouse has decided to take up residence in our campervan. After driving five hours to Port Lincoln, and stopping at several lovely field locations, the mouse is still here. We put out some Rice Krispies yesterday in the hopes of luring him out of the van, but the only thing that accomplished was to get a bird in the van. After much convincing upon going to bed that the scratching sounds I was hearing weren’t the mouse, I did manage to fall asleep, only to be told in the morning that while I was sleeping, Jaz saw the brazen mouse run across the gear stick, and all along the front seats. Too bad the mouse didn’t take his chance to leave yesterday, because now we are going to buy mouse traps. And you can be sure that I won’t be the one checking the traps later.