Sleep in the lounge room. Get somebody brave to check it out for you tomorrow.
I saw a mouse scamper into my daughter’s room one time (she was toddler then) I shut the door, picked up my kid and went to my mother’s house. Rang my husband and told him I wasn’t coming home until it’s gone. He laid about 8 mice traps. That night he heard a snap and I came home the next day.
Glad to know I’m not the only one who would shut up shop and leave normally. But I really like being in my own space for sleep.
The update is, I psyched myself up and found that there was half of a dead mouse visible on the floor, I then psyched myself up and used a dustpan and brush to scoop it up which was by far one of the worst things I’ve had to do. For that I’m quite glad I found the nerve to check but at the same time, deeply regretful as the nausea from retching hasn’t subsided.
