Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Mice. In my house.
Henry said, "Mom! I saw a mouse in the bathroom!"
To which I replied, "No you didn't, Henry. You must have imagined it."
He was insistent and so was I. Therefore, the subject was dropped.
Then, as soon as the quiet descended, and I was snuggly tucked in on the couch, baby in her swing, Derek at work, I looked over toward the fireplace when out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement. I looked again. Mouse. On the wall by the fireplace.
So, naturally, I stood up on the couch. The dang mouse was Mission Impossibly climbing ON THE WALL, but standing on my couch was surely protection! (I'm super brilliant!)
I texted Derek: "DO NOT COME HOME WITHOUT MOUSE TRAPS!"
To which he replied, "WHY?"
"BECAUSE THERE ARE MICE IN OUR HOUSE! INOURHOUSE!"
Derek brought home mouse traps.
Which now a week later have trapped NOTHING.
I sincerely hope they got the hint and moved on to greener pastures.
But I still live in fear.