Sleepover with a mouse

So on the third day of being here I spotted a mouse in the kitchen on the cooker. It ran off and nothing came of it.

Since then, every night I shine a torch under my bed to check for mice (pathetic I know)

Juliet put the kids to bed one night and left a 10,000 shilling note on the
worktop. In the morning it had been half eaten...
In English money this is about £2.50 but to her it's worth quite a lot (can be a day's wage for some people)
The mouse was not seen then either. I hoped the dogs might have killed it.

This morning I was putting something on a shelf in my room when something moved in the corner of my eye.

I shone a torch under my bed and then under the shelf, my eyes meeting those of a mouse...

Realising I'd spent the night sharing my room with a mouse (bearing in mind I've never seen one before AND at home a small spider is enough to disturb my night's rest), I am surprised at how calm I was, slowly walking out of my room and calling Sam to remove it. As he shoved a stick under the shelf, the mouse legged it across the room at me, realised the door was shut and swiveled back to hide under the bed.

He then managed to kill it (after I'd made him wait for me to perform a photoshoot with the frightened mouse posing for me on the skirting board under the bed) and life reverted back to normality.

I'm in Africa I think I need to man up.