There’s a mouse about the house

Ξ March 26th, 2009 | → 5 Comments | ∇ Everyday Stuff |

So I could tell you all about greeting Isaac’s plane and watching the excitement on the kids’ faces as they saw the guys coming towards us. Or our trip to California. Or the fact that we might be moving in a month.

But instead, I’m going to tell you about the mouse.

Because I don’t think I can sleep tonight.

See, we cleaned the house really well before we went to California so that we wouldn’t get ants.

And we came home to mouse poop.

It was a cute little thing until it noticed me and performed gold medal worthy acrobatics at the speed of light and then scurried straight towards me, and I screamed.

It got away from us and we bought a nice trap that wouldn’t hurt the sweet little thing, but haven’t seen the mouse since Monday.

Until tonight. Out of the corner of my eye as I was watching American Idol. I saw it waddling down the hall.

Waddling. Not scurrying, but waddling. And it wasn’t a sweet little thing. And it escaped us again, and I’m pretty sure it Houdini’d right into our bedroom.

Which is why I’m still awake and on the couch after midnight.

And I have no plans to sleep in my bed any time soon.